After my last post, there were a few suggestions that perhaps it is really change I don’t like and not merely a new arrangement of the furniture.Â I’d say that’s partially true.Â I have a strange relationship with change.
I’m not a huge fan of routine.Â If I had to do the same thing day in and out, I’d shut down.Â One thing that I loved about teaching was no hour was the same as the one before it.Â No day was quite like any other.Â Similarities are good; it’s hard to learn totally new things all the time.Â The fluctuations that are inherent in my current position is good; I don’t think I would like being here so well if I had to do the same thing every day.Â It gets hectic at times, but I like that it’s not all the same all the time.Â I love that I travel at times and get to spend extended times at home.Â I love that the ever changing parade of faces that come through my office.Â I love days that don’t go as expected . . . especially when the unexpected is fun.
Even at home I’m loathe to get into too much of a routine.Â Some days I think, “I’ve gotten up and right into the shower for a few days.Â Today, it’s breakfast first!”Â It’s kind of silly, but it’s not routine.Â So, I don’t necessarily stress out at change, but somehow moving the furniture around distills all the stress of the other changes in my life.Â I don’t get it.Â I suppose I don’t have to, but it would help if I could remember that rearranging furniture can send me over the edge.
photo courtesy of Nathan Sudds