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 Some people fear change. They try to avoid it at all cost. Me, well, I’m used to change. I moved to a new house, school, and sometimes state almost every year of my childhood. I kept up the trend into my adulthood. I’ll change the furniture around just to have something be different.
But if there is one constant in life, it’s that it’s always changing, always moving.
Before any change which we actually choose, we first start with the acknowledgment something isn’t right. This could be anything from knowing exactly — “I need to stop smoking” — to knowing vaguely — “I just don’t feel right.” In any case we start by seeking change. A move away from pain; a move toward pleasure (or ease).
Some may seek help for the transition. Some could seek help from friends or a counselor. Oftentimes these people will tell you change is a process. But is it? Or does that just give you an excuse to drag it out and not actually make the change?
Perhaps change is really just a decision so change happens the moment the decision is made.
When I decided to stop smoking — I mean really stop — it was an immediate and no going back decision. I had had enough and that was that. Funny that around the same time the same thing happened with a tumultuous romantic relationship I was in. Enough was enough and that was that, over, “caput,” no looking back.
Change doesn’t take years to happen. Change happens in an instant. It’s the results of the change that is a process. The results can be far reaching, going into what one may think a totally unrelated part of your life. That I think can be a fun part of change.
Take for instance becoming a mom. The change was in an instant — the instant of conception. The results were a process — being pregnant, giving birth, taking care of an infant, raising a child and so on. The results were also far reaching — the demands on my time were no longer purely my choice, meeting a girlfriend now takes planning (can I bring baby? do I need a sitter? who is available? can I afford the sitter and dinner? when do I have to be back? etc.). But the fun part was what great entertainment it is to watch the baby or listen to the stories of a 4-year-old. Who needs a TV with that hilarious entertainment in your living room?
Does it take courage to make a change? Ya, most times it does. These days when I have an action to take toward change that will take courage I say to myself, “Ok I’m taking that step onto the fire and I’m walking.” Easier to say when you’ve experienced a firewalk, I’m sure. If you haven’t, think of something you did that you thought you never could, realign yourself with the courage you had at that time and the pride of accomplishment then take the step, make the decision you need to make.
Sometimes change will happen whether your want it to or not so you might as well embrace it. Let go and see what strange far reaching unrelated places it takes you. You never know it could be the most fantastic ride of your life.
Want to make a change? Make a decision and you make the change in a second. Do I make it sound easy? It doesn’t have to be as hard as we make it. It’s often our fears and belief systems that make it hard (and those can be easy to change too). And… well…. just remember this comes from a girl who lost count of how many homes she lived in after it hit 30.
 I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said, “You are laughing at me because I’m different; I’m laughing at you because you are all the same.”
I can relate. Of course I’ve often prided myself on being different. In the sixth grade I changed the spelling of my name to be different from all the other Amy’s I knew. My college boyfriend once said I would always march to the beat of my own drum. I am not one to follow any fads. There was never any need for my parents to worry about my succumbing to peer pressure. Even my closet designer at The Container Store called me unconventional.
It takes courage to be different. It takes courage to be laughed at, looked at or ridiculed. It takes courage to parent different. It takes courage to find your own way.
Rollo May, an American existential psychologist said, “The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it is conformity.” When it comes to children I also don’t follow fads. If you read my last post — Wanted: Perfect Mother Ha! — I mentioned I take a little of this advice, a little of that insight and a lot of my own intuition to form my own parenting which is flexible enough that it can change day by day while staying within certain wider parameters.
Being different is a trait I’d like to teach my children. Though I think it’s really a trait children are already born with. They are already idiosyncratic. You can’t really get more authentic than a 4-year-old who just spits out whatever his mind comes up with and dances along with the Fijian villagers as they perform. So I guess it’s more of a trait I want to encourage.
The best way I can think of doing that is, of course, by example. I also tell them all the time to follow their heart and be their own leader. Other people may follow or they may not but it doesn’t matter as long as you are being true to your self. (Have you seen the instructional video about leadership? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA8z7f7a2Pk It’s awesome because “the movement” starts out of one man’s joy in expressing himself.) I also can support them and applaud them when choosing to not conform.
Conformity may be the easy way. Rollo May might say conformity is the cowardly way. But what kind of life does that lead to? Why would anyone want to be like anyone else? Why do we exclaim how there isn’t anyone like our children in the world when they are babies then as they grow train them to take the road often travelled? Maybe that road offers security or a sense of certainty many people need.
If our children practice early on and continue to have courage in the face of difficulty, to defy conformity, our children can lead incredible lives. They could be leaders in the world; they could be leaders in business; they could be artists; they could be great teachers. They may just learn that they can do anything. Maybe they could thrive on that certainty.
 Have you seen the e-mail sent around for an ad to be a mother? It read something like:
WANTED: Women volunteers. No experience necessary. No training. Long hours – 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Situation often out of control. A dirty job often involving puke, poop and mud. Unpaid. Completely unappreciated. Will be expected to work to an incredibly high standard with little support. Everyone else will think they know how to do your job better than you, yet you will be the only one blamed if something bad happens.
Mothering can certainly be described like that. Being a parent is hard work. There is no doubt about that. As much as I agree with the ad, I’d rather subscribe to a different job description for parent that I recently read in a Mothering magazine article:
WANTED: Men and women volunteers. Develop the mental and emotional capacity of an entire generation. Potential to inexorably affect the quality of life on the planet. Potential to improve the environment, ensure world peace, eliminate nuclear war. Job is like no other yet will prepare you for anything. May hasten enlightenment. Value of job is beyond money; payment is made in memories, self-esteem, personal transformation. Individuals are handpicked for the position.
Being a parent can be rewarding and even enlightening. Every parent is different and has their own view of parenting. Every child is different so parenting can be different for each child you have. A big part of parenting is being flexible and trusting yourself.
When I first became a parent I was so nervous and felt completely unprepared. I read every child care book I could get my hands on. The problem was nothing seemed to fit my beliefs; they were too rigid or not rigid enough.
My desire is to raise outstanding children, which means I have to be a phenomenal mother. That’s a high standard to live to, and I don’t make it every day or every moment. But it is the standard I strive for. So in that striving I gave up the child rearing books and started melding what little I learned in the child rearing books, a good part of what I learned in child psychology, a lot of what I learned in my own self-help books and, most importantly, my intuition to create my parenting style.
There is no such thing as “perfect mother.” It’s all kind of an experiment in doing the best you can with the knowledge you have. You can follow the books to a T if you want but that will only take you so far. Each experience in parenting teaches me even more. Well, this worked but that didn’t. That’s where even more flexibility comes into play.
When it comes down to it, parenting is a practice of observation. Observe how your children react; observe how you feel about what you are doing; change it up and observe some more. I take to observing other parents too. It’s great to be able to learn from how other people parent and take home what you think might work with your own children. It’s kind of like learning from other people’s mistakes — which in essence may not be mistakes for them rather just not producing the outcomes I would like to see.
Of course — now this may just be my imagination — but sometimes my parenting seems to freak out other parents. I’m big into: letting my children explore at will, letting them try even when I know “that square peg won’t fit in the round hole” — so to speak, letting them learn from their own experiences, letting them pick themselves up when they fall, letting them make their own choices, letting them suffer their own consequences for those choices — all the while loving them immensely, offering some guidance and supporting them from the sidelines. After all they have to live their own lives when they grow up.
In about 14 more years, I’ll let you know how it all turns out; if I raised the independent, think-for-themselves, creative, follow-their-heart, thoughtful, caring children I hope to raise. So far I think it’s going extremely well. I’m not sure if I can take all the credit or if I was just blessed with these amazing children to begin with.
Whichever it is, nature or nurture, I am so blessed and love my children to the moon and back million, million times. I have grown as a person for being a mother. Thank you God and thank you children for choosing me.
 It’s been a couple of awful weeks of writer’s block.
Every time I sat down to write a family member with whom I am having relationship difficulties — to put it mildly — came to mind. I’m not sure if it was my unconscious mind telling me to spend my energy elsewhere, ie. as in fixing the problem, or if my unconscious mind was saying how can I write insightful words for other people to read when I don’t have insight to fix my own challenge.
Then I had an outpouring of emotion over this relationship late the other night. I believe I had been portraying what I thought was a strong facade about how it wasn’t affecting me but really it was breaking my heart. Holding in all that emotion also seemed to block the words from coming out of my mind/hands. Then the dam burst.
Although this relationship is by no means fixed. Nor do I believe it will be soon. I do have a clearer picture of what I want it to look like. Although the actions I’ve taken thus far have not made any improvement on the relationship. Nor do I believe any action I take will fix it by itself. I do believe it can be better. Although I do not accept the blame being thrown at me. Nor will I believe it is my fault. I do understand I have some responsibility in one form or another for how things are.
In that regard I’m attempting to reconcile how I attracted this struggle into my life. I only wanted a close, positive relationship with this person. I believe I have worked toward that end for several years — long before it has had added pressure put on it due to circumstances in related relationships. I’ve fought not to repeat a family pattern of just letting an important relationship go. (Perhaps I put too much energy in the “don’t repeat the pattern” feeling.) Then again someone told me perhaps it has to do with difficulties we’ve shared in previous lives, and it’s just now coming to realization in this life. And while I like the idea of past lives — it is intriguing, even appealing — I don’t necessarily believe in them. I mean, shouldn’t I have some proof of it in my life, in my memory?
Whatever the case may be, I am sure there is a lesson for me to learn.
This relationship has been a roller coaster ride for the past five years. It has recently deteriorated into an “on-hold” status. I feel dumbfounded as to what to do or what to say. I am in a no win situation. I do one thing and receive anger, I do the opposite thing and receive anger. I am in what in NLP terms is called a “double bind.”
There are typically a few ways out of a double bind: disengage (which I have temporarily done), break the pattern by calling out the double bind (which has in the past just made her more angry), switch it into a win-win situation. I’m seeking to do the latter. But how do I do that?
That is my task at hand. To that end the night of my emotional breakdown I had a writing breakthrough. I wrote my feelings, some insights and my desire. I have not as of yet given it to her. I am scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m put back into the same place I was before? But what I have to lose I consider big and what should be a life-long — seriously birth to death — relationship. I’m not willing to do that for me and for my children.
So what do we do when we feel fear? We take that first step out onto the hot coals and we walk on fire. Why? Because we can. Because if we can walk through fire, we can walk through any fear.
I’m making my move. I’m taking my step.
(Sorry this is perhaps more personal and less insightful than my usual posts but it had to be done. Love and gratitude to all my readers.)
 “A woman knows down in her soul that she longs to bring beauty to the world,” says John Eldridge in Captivating. “Women ache over the issue of beauty — they ache to be beautiful, to believe they are, and they worry about keeping it if ever they can find it.”
That’s a timely quote to reread today.
I believe that’s why I currently lie in post-op after having an umbilical hernia repaired instead of just letting it be. I rationalize it is because of the possible future complications it could cause if it were to get bigger and my doctor having asked me if I’d like to do something about it every year since giving birth to my first child. But I know that is the rationalization. It really comes down to vanity. I want to be beautiful. In so desiring that I want to get rid of what I dubbed during pregnancy my large “third nipple.” They say when you’re pregnant when your belly button pops it means your done. Not so true, mine popped early and I stayed done for the last four plus years. At first it went along with my distended belly but as I lost most of my belly, my distended belly button became more noticeable. Really I want my beautiful, flat belly with my cute little “inny.” Ah the things woman do.
John Eldridge goes on to say, “She might be mistaken on how (something every woman struggles with)but she longs for a beauty to unveil. This is not just the culture or the need to ‘get a man’. This is in her heart, part of her design.”
Bringing beauty to the world also is one of the reasons I got into photography. In enjoy showing how beautiful overlooked, everyday things can be.
There is beauty all around us. There is beauty abound in nature fro no reason at all but just to be beautiful — take a sunrise or sunset for instance. There is beauty in all of us, men and women alike. But there is certainly something especially beautiful in women’s hearts; a radiant beauty in our hearts the world desperately needs. There is beauty in our desire to bring love and comfort to others, in our desire to bring peace to others. There is beauty in our strength and even in our stubbornness. There is beauty in our emotions and our intuitions. There is beauty in our storms.
Our storms scare men sometimes. I’d say they are o meant to challenge the men in our life but sometimes they are. Women will storm regardless that is just our nature as feelers. But sometimes our storms are a test because we want assurance that we are loved, that we are seen, that we are captivating. If our men are strong in their love for us and stand strong as our rock, our storms will blow over quickly and without damage. They also would be few and far between.
I think our beauty radiates clearly when we live closely to our true selves; when we live connected to our hearts. There is beauty in our hearts women. I urge us to stop questioning it. Let’s open our hearts and feel it. No matter what we look like, we are beautiful. You are beautiful. As we are true to our hearts others will see us as beautiful too.
And just for practice repeat after me: I… am… beautiful. Now with some feeling, connect with your heart and say it again: I… am… beautiful.
Good, because, you are.
I have this feeling I need to write but have no idea what it is I need to write about. As I write this my eyes are blurring. Is it lack of sleep or my going into my unconscious mind? I come in and out of focus like my hand needs my conscious mind to write legibly but my unconscious mind wants to take over to free flow.
Come to me words for I know you are there.
My hearts wants to speak but I’ve lived too long in my head analyzing this, analyzing that. The connections between the two have fallen out of practice. For as intuitive as I am; for as much as I lead my life by following “feelings” how can this be?
The words that keep repeating in my head are — come from the heart.
Come from the heart… Words a wise coach gave me for just about every problem I presented to her. Advice I just heard again this past weekend in regards to getting through life’s difficulties. Follow your heart; advice I give my children every day. Stay connected to the heart and you stay connected to the source, the divine, the universe.
So how is it I can go from so connected to so disconnected? Is it a cultural thing, an educational thing that keeps drawing me back into my head?
How can I stay within my heart all the time, I muse. And if I did, how would my life be different? How would my relationships be different? Would even more things go my way because of a clearer connection to my heart?
Come from my heart. My heart is full of love and peace and joy. I am love and peace and joy. I am. I AM.
And those words resonate with me so well they brought tears to my eyes. And some of you understand just how natural those words are… I am.
Sometimes it’s hard to hear. And for the unpracticed, sometimes it seems like your heart speaks in a foreign language. Stop and listen carefully. What does your heart tell you?
 It’s coming up on three weeks in Fiji. I ask myself, how much more lucky could I be? But if you look around at the Fijian people, you quickly get an answer. They have so little. And yet they are so happy.
I’ve heard a story contrasting a wealthy business man who made four million dollars a year, had two homes and a happy family but who was unhappy because he didn’t consider himself successful as he wanted to make five million a year and have three homes. Yet another man who had nothing was happy and when asked why he said simply, “I woke up this morning and found myself above ground.”
I think that’s how the Fijian people live their lives. They are the happiest, friendliest people I’ve ever seen, yet they have so little material goods and work for next to nothing. Many still live in villages where they share everything. Any income made is brought to the village and distributed by the chief as he sees fit; to support the kindergarten (preschool) or to build a new home for the newlyweds. (Mind you new home is a tin shack with a thatch roof in some cases.) They greet visitors with the biggest smiles and a big BULA! (Hello!).
Perhaps it’s because they live in such a beautiful place that they can’t help but to be happy. But I think it’s more likely they are like the man who woke up above ground. They are happy because being happy is a good way to be. It’s a matter of perspective. It’s a matter of expectations. It’s a matter of beliefs or rules about what it takes to make you happy.
In one Tony Robbins event I attended, he has you do an exercise where you assess your values. You write down values you like to move toward, ie. love, happiness, success. Then you write down values you would like to move away from, ie. fear, anger, sadness. You put them all in order of how important they are to you. So for instance my top five toward values are: love, joy/fun, gratitude, faith, growth. (Hmmm, I may have to re-evaluate and do an update.)
It doesn’t sound all that revealing. But when you go through the assessment process to determine what are really your top values it can be some what surprising. For instance a really work driven person may discover success is not as high on their list as they thought that say health is higher.
What I thought was really the life changing part of the exercise was to then sit down and look at your rules for how you fulfill those values. Then you change those rules to make them so super easy to fulfill it’s nearly impossible not to. You want an example right?
Well without my notes let’s see if I can remember some of my crazy ways to fulfill the value of love: my husband had to make me feel significant and make me his top priority and my husband had to spend lots of quality time with me. Well, it’s hard for me to control what my husband does so that could be hard to fulfill.
Then I changed the way I fulfill my value of love to: Anytime I am loving or remember love in my heart or notice love in others. Wow, now that’s easy, I can fulfill that and feel my value of love any second of any minute of any hour of any day.
Let me give you my example of my new rules for fulfilling my value of joy. Anytime I smile or laugh or remember love in my heart or for no particular reason. Now that is super easy. Seriously how hard is it to decide to smile? Or to just feel joy for no particular reason? Ya, I can do that. I can feel joy ALL the time!
So what does that mean? With easier rules comes more fulfilled values. That means every day above ground is a fantastic day.
What kind of rules would you choose if you had the choice, hard to fulfill or easy as pie? (By the way, it IS your choice.)
 I know I’ve mentioned it before but it bears repeating especially after the reminder I received this past week. The reality you see today you created. It is a result of your thoughts about what’s possible, what’s not — based on your beliefs, values and your definition of yourself. You get what you ask for. In other words, we are connected to the universal energy. And law of attraction is real.
Case in point: Six and a half years ago, my husband and I came to Fiji to a week of our honeymoon. We spent the week in a tropical paradise of Malololailai island off the coast of Nadi, Fiji. We went scuba diving, kayaking and sunset sailing . We talked then as we watched sailboats at their tiny marina about how great it would be to sail around Fiji and especially visit this great little island again via sailboat. I think we were thinking our own boat, but we weren’t real specific about the boat. Well, here we are in Fiji, and we’re sailing for a month. Now on planning this trip, the thought never even occurred to me to sail to Malololailai. I was more concerned about meandering back up to Savusavu to stay a couple of nights at Namale (where we stayed on another trip to Fiji last year as part of a Tony Robbins event.) [Super luxurious, worth every penny, beautiful, friendliest people and amazing spa by the way.] Anyway, we get on board and plan out an itinerary and take off toward Musket Cove. Turns out Musket Cove is a resort on Malololailai and part of the resort we stayed all those years ago on our honeymoon – as familiar as it sounded, I thought it was an island in the same group — when we were dreaming of sailing there one day. Here we were sailing back to Malololailai. (Oh and by the way on our honeymoon we also promised to be back in Fiji by our fifth anniversary, and we were just a few months past when we made it back last year.)
I’m telling you law of attraction is true. So be mindful of what you put in your mind. Even a passing “wouldn’t it be nice if” will come true eventually. Ours did. Just think if it were something I had put more energy toward. How much faster would it have happened? But same goes for negativity. I think negative thoughts — fears, anger, etc — have a higher energy so it takes even less thinking to have it come into reality.
Roger Ellerton in “Live Your Dreams Let Reality Catch Up: NLP and common sense for Coaches, Managers and You” says a person has more than 60,000 thoughts a day (40 thoughts per minute) but 90 percent of those are the same thoughts as the day before and the day before that, leaving little room for new thoughts. “Unless you start to think differently, you are destined to continue to create and repeat the same old reality every day,” he says.
Earl Nightingale says, “You become what you think about.” Wayne Dyer says, “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
If thoughts are energy, do you want the energy to drive you forward or keep you back? It’s your choice what thoughts you entertain, what you focus on. Focus on positive. Be clear and specific in your dreams. There is an abundance of abundance. Life is grand.
 There is a lesson almost everyone learns in one way or another. It’s a simple rule really. One my son got a lesson in just the other day. The golden rule. Now I’m sure you all know it but it bears repeating any way. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
Here’s how my four-year-old son’s lesson went down:
We were outside playing with the hose as my kids love to do. It was nearing nap time and I asked my son to let my daughter wash off her muddy hands. The hose hog that he is took that to mean spray her with the hose. She started crying. We both asked him to keep her dry. I showed him how to hold the hose for her to wash her hands. He sprayed her again. Asked him again to keep her dry. He sprayed her again. So I turned the hose on him. He jumped back, dropped the hose and I asked his sister if she wanted to spray him in return. He of course didn’t like that idea and started crying.
I let him take his time to decide to feel better while I put her down for nap. Then when he calmed down enough (he has a one track mind and sometimes takes a bit to turn his attention) to talk to I sat him on my lap and said, “So there’s this thing called the Golden Rule…” I continued to explain that if he were to get into a water fight with his Papa he should expect to get wet in return. I offered him the example of one of his cousins who often gets into water fights with Papa expecting to stay dry and gets SOAKED to his complete displeasure. I then gave my son another example saying if you throw sand at another kid on the play ground you could expect to get sand thrown back at you. Then I asked him, “do you like sand thrown at you?” “No.” “Do you think it’s nice to throw sand?” He nodded yes — sometimes it takes a few attempts for them to get it. So I went through it again until he seemed to understand.
I sat there while talking to him and thought, how would the world be different if we all practiced this rule? I know we are (almost) all taught the Golden Rule, whether based from biblical teaching or some other cultural teaching. Why doesn’t every one live by it? The rule makes so much sense. I certainly try to live by it. Though I know sometimes my judgmental side jumps in before the justice side catches up, rarely is it fast enough to come out of my mouth or my actions. I think sometimes it’s the Golden Rule that has held me back from “climbing the ladder.” I think to myself, “Can I really walk all over the people I would need to walk on to do that job? Is there another way to do it?”
So take a moment to envision a world where every one lived by the Golden Rule. It’s pretty simple really; it’s pretty ideal really. No one really wants others to be mean to them, to walk over them, to be uncompassionate. So every one would be kind to every one else. Perhaps in being kind, respectful and compassionate toward others we would not only be at peace but we would realize we are all one people connected with each other through a universal consciousness. There would be an equality that the forefathers of America dreamed about.
Bruce Lipton in Spontaneous Evolution in the chapter entitled “Living the Golden Rule” says, “We’ve been given this great suggested operating system by all of the great religious teachers and up until now through fear, manipulation, programming, we humans have done everything possible to avoid putting it into operation. But now with the survival of our species at stake we have to realize, once and for all, that the tired argument of religion versus science can no longer be used to avoid accepting our own power and responsibility as conscious co-creators of our reality. As we begin to consciously have this intention and practice of the Golden Rule, that in turn impacts the field. It impacts our field of beliefs; it impacts our collective happiness; it impacts the way other people behave as well. And all of a sudden we have extended evolution through this practice.”
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. It really is a simple rule.
I know it’s a made-up word. But it means conflicting emotions.
Because I ask myself; how is it that I can be so happy and in love with my life yet at the same time feel a sorrow for things lost? Lost friends, lost loves, lost freedom. I guess not really at the same time as it’s rather impossible to have two feelings at the same time. But rather an occasional sorrow popping out of the beauty of my life, kind of like a dandelion popping up out of a manicured lawn.
Is it some sort of self-sabotage? Is it just purely my being ungrateful for what I do have?
I have never been happier in my life and it seems to just keep getting better. My marriage is so near perfect I can’t think of what would improve it. I love my family immensely. I’m learning and growing and giving everyday. I enjoy my work so much I can lose myself in it. And yet there are these lingering conflicting emotions.
As I have just come from giving my children a deeksha (Oneness Blessing) as they sleep and just watching them sleep — such precious little beings — I can hardly imagine that I would ever feel a lack of anything in my life. And yet I know consciously that the next time I want to do something that will require finding and paying for a babysitter, I will miss the freedom of my life BC (before children). And I’ve already discussed how I miss some of my old friendships.
Is it just a part of life? A part of getting older and reflecting back? Do you feel conflictions too? What happens when you feel a confliction? Do you get stuck in it or do you move through it easily? If you move through it easily, what’s your trick?
As they say: yesterday is the past — there’s not much sense looking at it (except for the lesson) — tomorrow is a mystery — there’s no sense worrying about it — today is a gift, that’s why it is the present.
So when my conflictions come up I take it as a reminder to myself to stop, be present in the now and feel gratitude for the gift that is my life.
Now I already say a prayer of gratitude every day, sometimes multiple times a day. My husband and I, since before getting married, almost always share feelings of gratitude toward each other before going to bed. And when our children were born we started voicing our gratitude toward them before they go to bed. It’s part of our bedtime routine, three thank-yous. Tonight my children even shared one thank-you to each other before going off to bed.
Gratitude is a big part of my life. But my conflictions tell me that perhaps I need to take yet another moment to feel thankful. I suppose there will always be room in this world for greater and greater abundance of gratitude.
So thank you God for my life. Thank you readers for reading my blog. And on that note, I’d just like to say thank you universe for guiding me through this blog because at the start I really had no idea what more I had to say past the first section.
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Some people fear change. They try to avoid it at all cost. Me, well, I’m used to change. I moved to a new house, school, and sometimes state almost every year of my childhood. I kept up the trend into my adulthood. I’ll change the furniture around just to have something be different.
