expecting the inevitable

Change is a naughty word in my vocabulary. Always has been, always will be.

I cried when I moved to Australia, leaving dear USA behind.

I cried when I moved to America, leaving Australia behind.

While growing up, my parents planned a trip and suddenly our neighbors decided to join us (whose child was my best friend).

Did I get excited? No, at least not immediately. I had to process it and re-plan in my mind.

Planning is my key in life. I plan everything, thus change scares me. Honestly scares me. 

I know its an irrational thing because change is ever-present. And can be somewhat exciting if I do say so.

Nothing can be completely expected and routine in life, except for change. Now you see why change and I can have a love/hate relationship. I can plan on change, but then it is the change that upsets me.

So today that is where I sit. Torn by change. Both in a good way and a bad way.

Part of me loathes big mr. change whereas the other part loves him;

(ok not love, like is the extent of it)

But change today is good, allowing me to practice for the change that will come tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.

Preparing me for the inevitable.

So I guess this is just my vent, my rant, my thoughts, whatever you want it to be. 

But for me its my way of trying to accept change and its presence in human life. And to face it without the waterworks and a frown on my face.

I'll work on the frowning part first. Waterworks seem to be my thing. :)