I’ve found that it’s generally far better to accept and move on. Disection either in a lab or in life ends up with everyone invovled getting gooky stuff on their hands. That isn’t to say that reflection doesn’t have value, but as with so many things in life reflection should be done in moderation. For me that means I attempt to reflect enough that I’m never a maudlin drunk.

Helping someone with sudden change? You can’t. You can attempt to provide support, but too often that support is seen more as a life-line to the past rather than a support to the future.

My childhood had a few more changes than most. Within a month of being born I was living close to one thousand miles away from where I started out at. By the end of ten years I had moved over five thousand miles. By the end of the next five years a couple more thousand miles had been added on. I’ve slowed a bit since then, so I’m still hovering around the eight thousand mark. Those are just the miles moved. They don’t count the miles traveled which total up to at least two or three times that.

What does that last paragraph mean? Well, other than a chance to talk about myself, which is simply the best thing ever. Everyone should talk about me and my life constantly. That last paragraph means I learned early how to adjust to change. I also learned that change generally isn’t quite as different as one might imagine. The cold coffee I just spilled down my neck was just as icky as I had imagined though to put things in perspective.

Now to wait for a meeting. I’m always waiting for a meeting. Ooh! I have today’s paper. Something to do.