I suppose by now everyone knows that life is hard.  Nothing is easy.  Nothing is free.  Nothing is perfect.  You can’t even count on perfect fried eggs every morning.  Sometimes a yolk will break.  It happens.  Life happens.  That’s the way it is.
And we really should appreciate what is, because that’s all we have.  Right at this moment, I get it.  I’m feeling the moment, the flow of it.  I’m savoring the sweetness of the now.  I know that this moment will evaporate soon enough and I will once again be restless with dissatisfaction and distress.  That is also how it is sometimes.  It is all right.  That is how I can change.

Change is really difficult….even in the direction of my daily walk with Sheba.  I always turn right at the end of our back alley.  When I make a conscious effort to go left, I feel the resistance in my body.  I feel discomfort.  I feel torture.  I feel PAIN!  Weird, huh?  I am such a creature of habit.

Today, I tidied up one shelf in the closet.  I found three pairs of pants bought some years ago.  Bought but never shortened nor worn.   One still had tags on it.   I’ve almost shortened two.  I will have a nice pair to wear to see David Suzuki tomorrow night.  Change can happen.  I have changed…a little at a time.