| Friday, May 19, 2006 |
| Always count your change |
Change, change and more change...change...and more change...ughhhhh...change.
Does anybody have any change?
Does anybody want some change?
'Cause I've got some spare change - change to spare.
Jingling change.
My body is changing and the changes are changing me,
And the change that's changing me - is changing me.
My life is changing.
Ugh. I'm tired. I'm tired of change.
It's everywhere, I mean everywhere.
Everywhere I look, there's change.
And dang...while this merry-go-round goes round and round,
My head is twirling and spinning and I'm longing for the ground,
Some ground that's not moving,
A place that's not changing,
A place I can rest from the change and the changes that the change has changed.
Things change.
Things have changed.
I have changed.
I'm being changed.
Can I get a witness?
Things are changing.
I sit and sigh and wonder why I sit on this familiar peak, looking out at orange oceans and fuscia skys wondering what world I'm in.
I mean, when did I sign up for this alternate universe?
Who said change?
I think I signed up for "different"...but the receipt I got said "change."
And I ask...now who ordered that???
As I count my change my perpective takes a spin,
And as I look at the body I'm in,
Things get complicated...
As my body wrestles with my soul and the issues of ol',
Things begin to subside.
Well why the round and round then?
Because I've started a new life,
I chose this one instead of going under the knife,
There's no haste, only daily death,
Death to the old ways, the end of my love affair with Lays...
No more rendez-vous with the closest drive thru,
I have a new love and I'm singing the NS blues.
Saying out with the old, in with the new.
As the old me shrinks down and dies,
Before the new me emerges my heart cries and cries...
I stare Change in the face and yell...stop - right here - no more...Change!
But I can't.
That's not what I asked for.
I signed up for "different," wanting a better life.
I didn't know I'd answered a proposal, yes Change, I'll be your wife.
And so it is. I've committed to change. I'm married to change.
I am Mrs. Change.
The honeymoon is over.
I love and hate....change. |
posted by heavenlydm @ 1:50 PM   |
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| 3 Comments: |
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If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living. ~ Gail Sheehy
So it sounds like you are really living! Congrats on being a new bride... tell Mr. Change hello for me - I think I took a class with him once.
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Repeat after me . .
"It's in the journey . . . it's in the journey . . ."
Hang in there, hon!
Care'
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Paul - you have words from the mature. I moved to the south to a "slower" life. Now I need change to move just a little slower in some cases.
Krista - I'm glad I'm good for a laugh :)
Care - I look forward to reaching the end...really :)
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If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living. ~ Gail Sheehy
So it sounds like you are really living! Congrats on being a new bride... tell Mr. Change hello for me - I think I took a class with him once.