Untitled. Like the Hymn.

It's been a few weeks since my last post...

It feels like an eternity to a writer. My absence has not been for lack of words, but, rather, lack of the desire to express.

This is a summer unlike previous ones, and it's pretty mundane, almost as bad as the school year. Everyone needs a break from routine and we've had precious little of that.

Every day feels exactly the same.

But it's not.

Life is being evaluated. Life is being reorganized.

Change is a big part of life, but it is not something I enjoy or embrace.

I'm afraid to try new things. Truly. I don't order different things from menus. I don't often switch jobs. I don't take different routes. I'm going to be a very, very boring old person. I can see what I will look like, even now. Sensible white sneakers. Khaki pants. White blouse. Purple cardigan. Pearls. Glasses. And probably a handbag with a weight. For protection. (My temper is legit, friends. Don't cross me.) I will likely go to all the same places without fail. I will sit in my rocking chair and snap beans every other summer day. My body will be 83% sweet tea and holding. My Scrabble game will still be on point. And I will still be afraid to try new things. "No thank you, I do not eat anything that comes out of the sea...."

As much as I dislike trying new things, as much as I dislike change, it is so incredibly good for me. I need it so much. I need changes of scenery. I need opportunities to grow. I need people who will make me do those things I would shy away from. (PS - I don't care I'm still not eating sushi.)

I've made many positive strides. I can grow houseplants without death occurring in the first 14 days. I own a cat (that I personally bought) as heretofore I have been a nonpet owner. I drink coffee. These are all learned behaviors. Learned processes. One simply does not take a sip of coffee and love it.

So. To that end. New things. New changes.

Good for the soul.

I'm moving.