My reflection startled me. I didn't recognize myself. But there I was in front of a mirror completely bald.
Now, I'm not vain in a sense that I care about whether I have hair. After all, I've had very short cuts before.
But this was different, my hair came out -- involuntary might I add -- in clumps leaving patches and eventually nothing at all.
So what's the lesson in all this? My reflection is proof is that I'm still here. That's where my energy goes. My healing. Hair will grow back. Big whoop.
Where will your energy go?