I Don't Like Change. Never have. Don't think I ever will. Yes, it's essential for growth and all that jazz and yadda yadda yadda, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I will not like the large expanse of lawn that we will have in a few years time, though my roses, which are currently partially shaded by my Fabulous Ash, will.
Actually, there are a few types of change I like:
I like the song "Changes" by David Bowie. But then I like anything that has to do with David Bowie. His eyes are amazing. The album "Young Americans" is on my top 10 list (I love the funk). The man knows how to dress, and he appears in one of my top 10 ridiculous comedies, "Zoolander." So there you go.
I like it when you buy soda and too much change comes out of the dispenser.
I do enjoy new clothing, which is a change, but I don't like changing rooms.
Winter changing to spring is my favorite time of year.
I think I would like the sort of change that would come if the wealthy uncle I never knew I had but somehow knew and loved me left me several million dollars. Or even several tens of thousands. I'm not too picky.
But I don't like to change my hair or the type of car I drive. When buildings come down it unnerves me. When U2 changed to pop music it took me two albums to admit that they were just as good.
I'm getting better about it. I think that the older you get the more you are forced to accept that the world isn't set on idle. People, places, everything is in constant flux and I can't stop it. New changes can lead to new comforts and loves and pleasures and who can complain about that? Hmmm, I guess I can, or I wouldn't be writing this post.
How do you deal with change?
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16 comments:
I see change as an opportunity for growth.
I hope you don't lose your tree. We had to take down our 132 year old (I counted the rings) Calapa tree last Fall. We will probably use the spot for a table, chairs, wall, and flag pole. :)
Sad, so sad to hear about your tree. I talk to mine. I absolutely understand - your heart is broken.
Wonderful and insightful post. I loved this glimpse into your world.
I am sorry about the tree. I feel for you.
Eva
I love David Bowie in Labrynth :D I too dislike change.
I embrace change as best as I can x I like change because everything can just grow stagnent and boring. That's what I think anyway. Have a great weekend. Leah x
honestly, i love change - makes life exciting (but i'm talking about good changes..)
and winter changing to spring is my favorite time of year as well..
Nice to meet you through the A-Z challenge! Hope to see you around!
I don't deal with change very well either. I try to realize that I can't see the bigger picture sometimes, and that ultimately, it's for my good.
It's like when someone new comes to lunch and sits in a regular's chair. That tends to throw everyone off! I'm like you; some change is good, but i am a bit picky as to where and when this all takes place.
So sorry about your tree. They become part of the family with memories made in and under them.
i don't like change really...not at all. but...it is as they say, inevitable.
love this shot.
so sorry about the tree - that is heartbreaking.
I like change, but I also like to be comfortable. What a weird thing about your tree. I have never heard of that before.
That's sad about your tree. We have a bunch furs in our yard that have died from invasive insects.
i have trouble with change as well!
but i am loving your blog.
newest follower:)
xo
ben-and-alex.blogspot.com
I have learned that the only contant in life is constant change. So sorry about your tree. We've lost the three big silver maples in our yard over the years, and I mourn every one of them.
Interesting post. I'm so sorry about your tree. Change is hard for me as well, I usually use excessive planning as my defense mechanism. Sometimes it works.
Sarah Allen
(my creative writing blog)
you know what....i don't really love change either on the simple things.....but i have moved state to state 13 times in 26 years and that doesn't bother me. odd, right :)
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