As much as I talk about being a free spirit and "bebopping around", really, I much prefer change that I've chosen. So, for example, when I go to my co-workers house to help her pack up 8 years of time here, that won't be my favorite. It's a good reminder about the transient gift of relationships, about not taking for granted the short time you might have with someone and other cliché things of that nature.
I'd like to salute her--one of the main reasons I still work where I do. When I first started as one of 4 females in an almost-entirely male dominated workplace,the boys were shattering my illusions of control, respect, and how I saw myself and she grabbed me by the elbow and said, "Don't you EVER back down, or you'll be backing down the rest of your time here." So I wiped the tears off, tipped my chin up and showed those boys what I was made of, both the ones I worked with and for. She reminded me to work hard, be firm, be fair, and do it with a motive to help these boys succeed and make it in a world that could care less what their reasons for acting out are. I've since learned the difference between backing off and backing down and how to respect myself and the boys I'm helping. Another friend once reflected gratefully on her decision to be friends with people outside her age group. And I'm glad I did the same with my co-worker because I don't think I could've made it without her.
Other changes are not quite so hard to swallow. The new computer arrived, and I said a bittersweet goodbye to El Dinosaurio who started cooperatively at first, but parted bitterly, refusing to receive power and let me transfer the last of my music. I filled out my vaccination form, ordered more biodegradable cosmetics, discovered the glory of Savers when I was shopping for gardening clothes, and had a nice conversation with a Verizon rep on how to stop service on my cell while I'm out of the country. (If you've never chatted with them, they're pretty legit and you actually talk to normal people who are fairly quirky.)
Aaron Copeland, anyone?
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