i opened up a PM i rec'd and the sender (someone i know, b/c i never read unsolicited PMs from people i don't know) wished me a happy friday.
and i seriously had to check my computer's clock to verify that it was, indeed, friday. i was trying to figure out why when watching weather channel last night (i missed part of the local update) they skipped so quickly to the friday night forecast!
i haven't had an experience like that in a long time, when i went all week thinking there was more to the week than there was. but i think part of what's messing me up is that along with the change to the new department, about which i wrote the other day, my hours also changed. the practical upshot is that i have less time to hang out on SC in the mornings, which is largely the only time i really do these days, with the odd exception.
the entire thing has me thinking about the passage of time and for the first time in months, about a new installment in this series. so here we are. :>
but getting back to the passage of time—here’s an example:
so yesterday, i'm at work, trying to figure out how to do something (i'm really frustrated with how slowly i'm picking stuff up) when i feel my phone buzzing—i keep it set on silent mode when at work—so i check. it's a text from one of my closest friends, someone i met at my previous online home.
i was initially mildly annoyed, b/c i don't text & hence have no text plan. my friends who have my phone# know this.
but my irritating passed quickly upon reading it. the text was spartan in its brevity: one of my online buddies from that place showed up again! it's been literally years (four?) since any of us had news of him, e-mails to him went unanswered, and the consensus view was that he'd simply given up on that place & changed e-mail.
what's funny is that since the last time he was there, the site moved to a different host, and he was the last person from the old site to make the transition. well, there's one more, but honestly, a few of us tried to track him down and because he had serious health issues at the time, those of us who knew him outside of that place have reluctantly concluded that he's no longer with us.
it's funny, the passage of time. around now is the ten year anniversary of my first joining any online community. so much has changed, both within myself and outside of myself.
this in turn got me thinking about who and where i was ten years ago.
ten years ago, i had been downsized out of a decent job, something i'd been doing for a while and was pretty good at, but the product was canceled and there was no place to reshuffle me. i'd gotten married only several months earlier and was trying to find a new job.
(i ultimately wound up accepting an offer on my birthday that year, a position that led to my leaving the area in which i was born & raised into somewhere different and new. but that’s a tale for another day.)
ten years ago this year, people were freaking out about the coming Y2K problem and my mother was already stockpiling non-perishable food.
and ten years ago this year, i was young enough that i still thought that innocence & idealism were enough to see me through the day. i know, it takes some of us a little longer to twig to that than others.
in some ways i sometimes resent the passage of time. it’s a silly reaction, and ultimately a fear of change. and i know perfectly well that’s what it is—yet when things are going well, i suppose it’s only natural to fear change because when things are going well, you don’t really have any guarantees that things will continue to go well when things do change.
i try to manage the passage of time, i’m realizing, by appreciating what is good and looking with optimism to what the future holds. because when you come right down to it, there really are no guarantees in life, the old saying about death & taxes notwithstanding.
but if you aren’t open to the possibility that change can be good, will you ever see it when it is?
me, i don’t think so.
what about you?
so even though something woke me at around 3 am today, am i making any sense? or am i just way too tired to be allowed near a keyboard? has experience taught you that change is always to be feared, or embraced? or has it taught you something else entirely? comment and let me know.
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