tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750259.post4555882831245854105..comments2023-04-06T16:50:44.293+02:00Comments on A Roll in the Universe: Say to self: Change is goodKeera Ann Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466103379725251225noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750259.post-51240840438340845402010-05-08T18:41:44.567+02:002010-05-08T18:41:44.567+02:00I had a restless childhood, too. Either constantly...I had a restless childhood, too. Either constantly moving or at least changing schools. As an adult I've been able to stay put in one place, and I have loved the peace that has brought me. But I don't like losing my ability to be flexible. Sitting loose in the saddle, as my grandma used to say to me.<br /><br />If I come up with any answers, my dears, I'll let you know. :-)Keera Ann Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07466103379725251225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750259.post-9454298616148357962010-05-08T13:44:18.240+02:002010-05-08T13:44:18.240+02:00Keera, this post spoke to me. I can so relate. I h...Keera, this post spoke to me. I can so relate. I have started to dislike changes too. The older I grow, the more I find the need to control things. Perhaps this has to do also with the fact that I have had to move so much. The fact that I can not control my life at times causes me a great distress. Therefore I firmly control whatever I can and have grown into a control freak.<br />I can relate to the balcony expansion reluctance.;)) We are five houses that have to also decide about everything but most of the time, I get no say. We have a "formand" and he makes decisions as he pleases, making me sometimes want to move, even though I love my house. There is a cleaning of roofs and painting of houses imminent; but I have no idea when the are going to happen and that just keeps me awake at night.<br />Great post and I had a cup of coffee reading it.;)<br />Btw, thanks for your comment yesterday, so glad that you liked my pick. You were the only one recognizing the tune.;)<br />Have a great weekend,<br />xoZuzanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02137958790178864561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750259.post-1703985750648768012010-05-08T13:41:47.778+02:002010-05-08T13:41:47.778+02:00Funny that we should be struggling with the same p...Funny that we should be struggling with the same problem with change, in spite of very different backgrounds and reasons. :-)<br /><br />I'm currently trying to give myself a push in the right attitudinal direction by taking a few days off work, and watching the extended DVD-set of "What the Bleep Do We Know?". And other mental hygiene stuff.<br /><br />It simply hurts not to look forward to change because it is so unlike me. So it's not an acceptable attitude for me.Keera Ann Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07466103379725251225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750259.post-55613677742656664072010-05-08T03:58:56.535+02:002010-05-08T03:58:56.535+02:00Sometimes I think we are soul sisters :) I just d...Sometimes I think we are soul sisters :) I just did a blog post involving oil platforms ( http://thestarvingeconomist.blogspot.com/2010/05/spill-baby-spill.html ) and I was in the middle of writing another one about my website projects, how I wish I knew more about how to do web design and had more time to play with what I do know...but am using iWeb for now 'cos I'm in a hurry!<br /><br />Also I was blabbing last night to a friend on the phone that there are big changes going on in my life and that changes which I don't choose always stress me out. Even though I should be used to them by now since I have to say that dramatic change which happens outside of my control has been something of a pattern in my life. <br /><br />Even change which looks like it might have a positive end result is a stress (like moving. I always injure myself AND get sick when I have to move. Because I end up doing things that I'm not strong enough or well enough to be doing since I don't have anyone else to help with them. I hate moving. Hate hate hate. Spit.) <br /><br />I miss working a lot because I had dreams of it eventually leading to some sort of economic independence for my life. And I would have chosen to travel with some of my disposable income, just as you do, soul sister :) <br /><br />Especially now that I'm going through one of those nasty periods where my blood sugar is through the roof because I don't have money for diabetes-friendly food, I know how much I would have liked to have had at least a sustenance-level income of my own. I had actually assumed, until I turned 23 and the US health care system smashed my hope of a career into smithereens, that I would always have at least a sustenance-level income! Which has hopefully taught me not to be even subconsciously smug. And probably hasn't taught me a thing.<br /><br />But what I don't miss about working are the politics, the forced interactions with people I with which I might not otherwise choose to interact, the changes dictated from on high...of course a disability income comes with all of that, particularly here in a place where government help for the disabled or for anyone is passionately opposed by a vocal segment of the population, but I don't have to deal with the stresses someone like you has to face at work on a daily basis.<br /><br />I am really hoping that everything you are going through turns out to be wonderful for you and you are in my thoughts. You are a strong person and I admire you for that. Sending you positive energies from sunny California :)Starving Economisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07071196007053717724noreply@blogger.com