I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same. – David Bowie, “Changes”
I hate change.
That might be overstating the case a bit, and seem completely incompatible with a serial DIYer who is busy changing everything about her surroundings. But it’s true. As a general rule, I resist it like the plague. Ask anyone who knows me in real life.
Getting me to wear something that’s not an earthtone … not happenin’.
Giving up my collection of 80s and early 90s alternative rock CDs … not happenin’ either.
Trying an exotically-named dish with an equally exotic presentation … that’s probably not gonna happen any time soon either.
I find much more comfort in the familiar than is probably healthy, but I’m OK with that. I just am not an exciting or overly adventurous person. I accepted that a long, long time ago.
It’s not that I don’t like new things or am averse to using my talents in new ways. It’s just that whole “comfort zone” thing. I prefer my life to be like that favorite pair of sweats or that tattered throw that you threaten to give up – until you use it again. Then, they’d have to pry it from your cold, dead hands.
But, without change we miss out on a lot, too. You don’t go anywhere new. You don’t meet anyone new. You don’t learn anything new. And then your brain just rots and you die. You miss out. Big time.
And man, I hate to miss an opportunity – probably more than I hate change. Therefore, I must change.
AAAAACKKKK! That’s scary. That's got to be the worst part of change -- fear of the unknown. But … seasons change. People change. Times change. So, for a perfect end to a wacky week, I’m toasting change.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll come ‘round … eventually.