Monday, March 24, 2025
Everything seems to change, even our perception of change, changes. Sometimes it seems like you get a premonition – a feeling like things will change, and lo and behold, they do. Other times, things change before you seem ready, like in a serendipitous happening, and you do a double take. I recently picked up a stray dog, not realizing I really wanted a dog. I took her to the humane society, merely to realize after one night that was a mistake. I did a double take, and realized something deep within me wanted that change, and a part of me didn’t realize it.
Other times, we have whiplash. Something happens, and we don’t want to accept it, like the death of a friend or the loss of a job. For about two years, I had to shake my head to realize Robbie, my best friend of 27 years, was dead and gone. It took me a while to stop wanting to call him – the urge to disbelieve was too powerful. When I saw photos of my husband kissing another man – boy that image took a long time to accept. But it wasn’t any more real than any other object I was seeing. It all seems subject to change.
The rate of change also changes. Sometimes change comes fast, other times it doesn’t seem to change at all. Sometimes, my preference for change, changes. I love change sometimes, and at others, I hate it. Does anybody really like change, always? A good change is just what you need. Other times, constancy makes more sense.
The world of change, changes. But somehow there is constancy. If there were no constancy, there would be no change. But what is that constancy? If I think I’ve figured it out, it changes. Foiled again, dealing with change.