|Let's see...spring forward...fall back...dammit.|
The day this was written was the “time change day”, the spring forward an hour. Everyone and their brothers hate this one. The fall back day is fine with most people, but it takes weeks to adjust to this new hour forward change.
Most people aren’t happy with change in any form. As a people, we like our schedules and routines: Coffee at a certain time; Leaving work at the right time; Eating our comfort foods.
We are creatures of habit, and change is an irritant, a grain of sand in a place that can’t be reached.
Years ago at a school where I taught, a new math curriculum was introduced. “Changing to conceptual understanding will help students…”
A fellow teacher stated (about the integration of that fancy new math curriculum), “Change is good!” Trying to be positive, I guess.
|I'm with 'ya, kid.|
After two years of using an expensive, cutting-edge curriculum, students couldn’t add or subtract. Another program quietly took its place.
Change is sometimes painful. And expensive.
My mother died one year ago today. Yes, April 3rd, 2011. I had received a photo of Mom on Valentine’s Day when she was voted “Queen of Valentine’s Day” at her care facility. She glowed with joy and pleasure, and she was beautiful.
Then, six weeks later, I stood by her bedside, holding her hand. The woman in the bed was my mother, but she wasn’t. Pneumonia combined with COPD had melted her down to a pale faded leaf, ready to be blown away. When Mom took her final breaths, change happened.
|I am just learning more about the procedures of posting photos and copyright infringement. Forgive me, photographers, for my slow learning curve.|
Her generation is leaving the stage, and now my generation has moved up to take its place. The whole damn queue is moving up with us, waiting in the wings for their turn.
No, change is inevitable.
How about you? Are you one who thrives with change? Or one who fights, kicking and screaming, when change happens?