My friend has resigned from his job at the New York State Education Department. He was there for eight years. An even bigger friend of mine left Voorheesville after nearly nine years working with me. A best friend retired two years ago after being with me for over eleven years. The list goes on.
And this is just the professional list. I won’t even hit the personal list of changes. I know it’s a reality, the whole things change maxim, but I would like to settle for a bit and not have to keep facing such changes, if for even just a little while.
I find that when change is foisted on me I have a hard time recalibrating to the new order. My daughters both have inherited this from me, despite the fact that their mother was exceedingly good at making changes on the fly. Lucky girls. They got the recessive gene this time.
And it’s too bad, because, as my laundry list shows, change happens all of the time and to everybody. You can’t avoid it.
You can deal with it. I hope that I can deal with change better in the future. God knows I’m trying. Maybe I should change a bit, in order to compensate for seemingly the whole world changing around me. Who knows? Change is positive, after all. My friend loves retirement. My other friend absolutely loves her new job. Maybe (hopefully) my friend who resigned will love his new life, once he gets it going. Maybe a change is what I need. According to Cheryl Crow, “A change will do you good.”
Oh well. It’s late and I’m a bit sad and I’d like the world to at least slow down with all of its changes. Probably too much to ask.
