Old Friends

Ok. Transition. I've had enough of you.

But I hear you're around for good. I remember in college when a professor said, "Life is a series of one transition after another." I thought to myself, "That's what life is? Get me outta here! Shit!"

And the thing is, you're really not that bad. I mean, I learn from you. You are a little pesky at first, and then it turns out you're not so bad.

So...I guess we can try to be friends, after all.

Your best friend is Change, I think, with whom I am also not on the best of terms.

Lately I am confused about you, Transition and Change. I think my relationship with you is changing. Because, lately, I have been wanting some change. Kara always says we need both stability and change to survive. When she says it, I think to myself, "No, I only need stability." But Kara is right. Damn.

I am a lover of routine. I like things orderly.

And, ok, I will learn to accept that I want a little shake-it-up-like-a-snow-globe every once in awhile.

But not too much at once, you two!