Change

I don’t know why, but I have never really handled change, good or bad, very well. As a child, I could hardly wait until the Christmas holiday, but when it came, I was often disappointed-not about the gifts I received, but because my other toys were now my “old” toys, and my new toys were the replacements, and I remember being depressed for a good part of the day. What makes this even worse is the fact that no one I knew ever felt this way-I was definitely a loner in this department.

Now I don’t feel the same as I once did about holidays, thank goodness, but I still am not a big fan of change. For example, I rarely ever rearrange my furniture because I get used to things being a certain way and it’s comfortable, but when things have to change (like when we got our new living room set), at first I begrudgingly go along with it, but in the end I’m happy.

On a more personal level, I am not happy with the changes I see in my mirror every day, and even though I know that getting older is just a part of life, and the alternative is so much worse, the woman that looks back at me is so different from the girl who still resides in my mind-except for the occasional ache and pain, I still feel like that young girl. Does everyone else feel the same way?

And when it comes to putting myself out there and moving beyond my comfort zone, even if I know it’s for the best, it’s downright nerve racking, and sometimes I can be hard on myself. I just take a deep breath and with a little bit of faith I tackle my latest “adjustment.” Whether it’s developing a blog, entering a new writing competition, or trying something new, deep down I know that each and every change is truly a learning experience, and learning is not such a bad thing.

Now you might be wondering about my topic of choice for this evening’s post, and I will keep you waiting no longer. I am once again trying something new in the writing arena-I will be a guest blogger on Diary of a Mad Bathroom this Friday. DG was looking for some funny posts about nutty family members that she could host on her sight every Friday in February. Well I jumped at the chance for a boatload of reasons: I am a big fan of DG’s very witty writing style (her blog is always a "must read" for me), I have more than my fare share of unique family members, and I was looking for a new writing experience. I chose to recount a story involving my husband, my in-laws, two dogs, a camper and myself-I will have a link to DG’s site here on Friday, and I hope you all can come by.

Well, I might have to get up early to help my husband get out of the driveway tomorrow-we don’t have school, but he’s going to try to make it in to work, so goodnight everyone.