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I’ve always admired people who can embrace change; for instance, just last week I was standing in line at the bank and spotted a small boy, a coin-filled fruit jar gripped tightly in his hands, hanging on for dear life.
You have six (6) months during which to completely rechart your life (again) so how will you begin: you have a small house that you must maintain, stuffed with junk and various unfocussed talents that may or may not be of assistance, large credit card debt, and no other real ties—what will your life look like six months from today?
Everything changed for Jolene that spring morning when she sat down in her cubicle, opened up her email account, found 372 new emails, calmly poured her coffee into the computer, walked out, took a cab directly to the airport and bought a one-way ticket to Thailand.
Life was so comfortable, so easy, so free of troubles; so why did he want it to change?
As she stopped in the doorway to turn off the lights she looked around the room whimsically, breathed a little sigh and turned her back on all of it.
I used to have a human for a manager and he treated me like people do, he was real, he was Australian and he was from the land; now he has gone and I have a textbook for a manager and she engages me as a stakeholder would, she is plastic, she is American, she is from the Ivory Tower and I, I am lost.
So far today I’ve only wanted kill my new boss once, so that’s nice.
change is bad, always, in every case, without exception, just in general.
Kipple reflected how she’d taken the young woman to her first day of school and now was here to farewell her for her first moving out of home experience and wondered if she’d be there for other major moments… for example, the first face lift.
... said Michael, as he took another sip from his beer, “it was just one of those moments that instead of finding yourself wishing things would change, you realise that you are finally going to make things change” and as he put down his beer, he started to smile, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
It was inconvenient enough to have to learn to type, instead of just hiring a girl as he used to in the 70’s, but the final straw was those smart-mouthed “it” kids who kept visiting his desk and reminding him, with a snicker, not to open his computer with the letter-opener again.
As the Autumn leaf thwacked her sharply in the back, she was reminded that nothing stays the same anyway.
She stepped forward and tenderly stated, “Yes, sir, I am Australian.”
Woohoooooo! and a beer.
A great big pile of freedom may also suddenly appear as a great big hole in the ground.
A bundle had been moved away, stored far out of her reach, still for her, still part of her, but making her feel far, far less of herself than ever before.
She abhorred change, so she grew roots out her toes and fingers, clinging desperately to the soil; not even that could stop it.
The.. uh…. misses and I.. are.. well, we’re not a “we” anymore.
John often thought about those footprints on the moon, and about how he believed that, when no one was looking, they’d trundle off somewhere in defiance of the whole “never changing” bit.
Change is terrifying.
Stretch me out, I’m malleable, and attached to the implements of change.
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