It infiltrates. It permeates. It saturates. And, at times, it really stinks. I’m not talking about politics…I’m talking about change.
“Things” have changed…again. The older I get, the more I see change worm its way into every area of our lives. The older I get the more I realize, I’m not overly fond of change. I need to listen to my own advice and have a good attitude about it, clearly. But, lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot.
Our household has changed. We bring these beautiful little people into the world and every aspect of our lives changes. They become our “kids”. Our kids live with us. Our kids grow up. Our kids move out. Our kids move back in…with their families. We are all squished. The house is loud and just when we get used to it…the kids move back out again. And then, it’s lonely. It’s too quiet. The dogs are confused. When suddenly one day we wake up with the amazing realization that, we can actually hear ourselves think! The quiet becomes a good thing, an enjoyable thing. Of course, now that we’re used to the quiet, I’m sure someone else will move in and things will change again.
I’m going through change in my body. Aside from the change that caused me to contemplate how to get away with murdering someone on an almost daily basis; I can’t eat the things I used to…like sugar, my very favorite food; and anything that turns into sugar in my gut, which is an awful lot of good stuff. Of course I can eat salad, vegetables, fruit, lean meats, even beans…not originally my favorites, but I need to change my favorites. It’s not so bad, but it will take some getting used to.
My handwriting has recently changed, not a good thing when you’re a teacher and need to write notes to your students that they can’t read. We’ve narrowed this change down to a pinched bunch of nerves in my neck. This has been a kind of weird change and has led me to another change. I now go to a chiropractor because, as he has shown me through x-rays, I’m no longer normal. Honestly, I don’t really think I ever was; but they assume I was…so you know what that says about them. But, we’ve decided to believe them since the evidence of neck pain, carpal tunnel, and the handwriting thing prove that something is amok.
Which brings me to my last change and the title of this blog. I was told. I was warned. I was cautioned, but did I listen??? Nope.
For weeks, nay, months now my WordPress blog site has been telling me there was going to be a change. I saw the messages and decided it somehow didn’t pertain to me. I don’t know why I thought that, since I write my blog every week; but, that’s what I thought.
So, imagine my surprise when I finished up my post last week and went through my normal routine of scheduling my post only to find that there was no scheduling option. If I was a cussing woman, I’d have said a mouthful. But, since I try not to cuss out loud, I said, “OHNOOHNOOHNO”! That didn’t really help, but that’s what I said. What I actually thought is not printable. After that I sent out a little “Testing 1,2,3…” title without a blog. You may have seen it. Some of you even liked it. Which makes me think you’re either very kind or you don’t really read more than the title of my blogs.
When all was said and done I did the only thing I could do. I contacted my Fairy Blog Mother. Fortunately, I have two. I have a “Techy Romance” Fairy Blog Mother who is not to be confused with my “Non-Techy Funny” Fairy Blog Mother. The Techy Romance FBM is the one we two “non-techy’s” run to in times of trouble. She knows us and even better, she loves us anyway…
My Techy Romance FBM told me what I already knew, the format for my blog site had changed. She also told me how to set it back to the old way. I really like ‘the old way’. Still, ‘the old way’ may not be the best way and unless we are static, not like the electricity but just like standing still; we will be in a constant state of change. As I’ve said before, change is here to stay and it’s really not that big a deal.
You know “it’s not really that big a deal…” until it is! 😊 Glad you were able to find what I explained on the phone. And I don’t think my son-in-Love would call me “techy” ever! So thanks! I’ll wear my Techy, Romantic Fairy Blog Mother crown with joy! 🧚🏼♀️👑
As you should! You are a lifesaver. And, if your techy son-in-love ever met mehe’d think you are a whiz. 😘
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