Some people fear change, but for some reason I gravitate toward it and thrive in it. Must have been the chaos of my youth. I like shaking things up. I like the unknown. Change spurs growth and I think change helps me to feel alive. If I'm growing, I'm not dying, you know?
As Kris noticed when I was at her pad not long ago and Bella noted in the comments recently, I type with 3 fingers. I can manage 50 words per minute, but I have wanted to learn to type normally for a while now, so I went out and bought a Microsoft natural keyboard - you know, the split kind? It forces me to type like normal person. I'm getting there.
And then I changed jobs completely. I'm enjoying that and I'll type more about what I'm learning later.
I've switched mediums in paint, going from watercolors to acrylics. I'll use both, but I'm starting to itch for oils.
My daughter moved into her place this weekend, leaving just Nick, Aaron, and myself in the apartment now.
The truck is sold and I now drive a Grand Caravan. I bought a new computer, I'm buying a new camera, and I now a cell phone after years of swearing that I would never own one.
My life at the moment is bursting with change.
Didn't realize just how much change I was going through until just recently. But I'm totally diggin' it.