I'm told change is good, keeps things fresh and running smoothly. Now I'm no stranger to change these days. In the past I was gung ho about change, embraced it, looked for it.

Well maybe the novelty of change has finally lost its thrill for me. Just doesn't give me that adrenline rush anymore. That sense of satisfaction.

If change that happens is a good thing for one, then if it is right, it should give a sense of serenity, no? If it doesn't work and isn't good for one, then there is the sense of wrongness, of dischord, no?

So if it doesn't fit what do we do? Get rid of it, change some more. I guess the easy answer is to question ones motives for changing in the first place. What do we ultimately hope to gain by the change?

Now as a survivor, I've changed alot. That is a given.

As a recently seperated woman, I've had huge changes to deal with.

As a mother, I've dealt with my changes and my kids changes.

As staff here, I've had to work on changing parts of me that weren't so hot.

Living on my own, changes galore.

New apartment, changes(knowing where things are)

I think I have had enough change lately. I'm about ready to go hide under a rock some place.

This isn't a whine or a moan, just had nothing really to blog about and this all came out. Blogging is wonderfully thearuputic(sp?) Guess I look at change differently these days....

I also know the leopard never changes his spots.

Pam