When a change takes place – tiny or huge – who knows? Who cares?
I must have changed because someone I know said that I have. He told me he liked the new Mark better. He said he liked the old Mark too, but he likes the new Mark better.
Cool. Someone noticed.
When we make changes in our lives – does anyone notice?
I’ve often found I get on more easily with people I’ve just met than with some who’ve known me a long while.
Not sure why.
Maybe I just have trouble verbalizing it …
I suspect old friends (maybe longtime readers too) notice these changes easily, perhaps with some skepticism, because they’ve seen failed attempts at change before. Strangers, on the other hand, have no historical perspective and are far more accepting of me, or of anyone, as they are.
I’ve tried turning that mirror around. Am I as accepting of change in people I know – as I am accepting of ‘how they are’ in people I’ve just met, people I don’t know at all.
Those were very important things once, when we were all young. It seemed to matter a lot.
Then, for long periods of time that didn’t matter so much.
Not that we didn’t care but so many other things, issues and people envelope our lives like a fog-cloud overtaking the centre of a city.
We can all still see where we are going and some of where we have been – but in the overall, we can’t see very much at all.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 8C/47F, good trot – I’ve switched to summer footwear and light-jog mode; Gusta’s hind-quarters look like a shaggy horror movie as her spring molt is starting (and vacuum cleaner repairmen rejoice) and it is a PERFECT spring day even though the calendar and common sense still say winter … great day for the driving range, but too soon to un-closet my bike.