Changes

Overall, my life does not change that much or that frequently. I get nervous when you're talking about permanent change. I don't know that this says anything about my ability to commit, but it is the fact.


In the last year, we have had many changes come to our lives. My father-in-law had a heart attack, and though he survived, it brought home the reality that we are not immortal. My husbands grandmother was moved to a nursing home. We've acquired another dog. And last but not least, we are nearing the end of my husbands Bachelors of Business degree.


All of the changes are not bad, all of them are not good. We have weathered the change well, as far as I can discern, but the stress does not disappear just because we've lived through it.


My reaction to all of this? I've dyed my hair. It's now called Cinnaberry. Which I hope will stay a nice Auburn as it washes out, and won't turn purple, But I guess I"ll have to wait and see.


So - I suppose my reaction can be classified as reactionary. I've been subjected to things I can't change, and so I have changed something that I can change. Though it is important to note here that it's not permanent change, as I'm not quite that brave/stupid.


As always, I hope this has been an entertaining read.