We CAN Change

When I was a little girl, I was afraid of Chinese people. (I only ever saw any at the corner store near my grandmother’s house, out in Moose Jaw, where I went very occasionally. Everyone in my own small white-bread town was white & Christian (at least nominally). Culturally & racially diverse it was NOT!)

Once upon a time, I was a (more or less) “good” or observant Christian myself. (Of course that’s going back a VERY long while, now… 🙂)

Once upon a time also, I could balance my chequebook down to the penny. (& did! & likely conceived of this as quite important.)

And kept my home so neat & tidy, so immaculate, you could’ve

a) laid your hands immediately on anything you were looking for &

b) eaten off the floors.

None of these things is true of me anymore.

I’ve grown.

Life has changed! Muchly. Hugely, even.

I’ve changed too.

Evolved, you might say.

If I can change, it seems likely to me that we all can.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think anyone needs a wholesale personality change. Nor do I mean we can magically “save the world.” (It’s a little late for that. 🙁)


We can change ourselves in small ways that make our lives a little easier to bear.

“Life is change...Growth is optional...Choose wisely.” – Karen Kaiser Clark


p.s. I certainly haven’t managed to change everything about myself that I (or others) might feel needs to be changed! If only, eh?? Heh heh heh heh heh…. 🙂🙁🙂🙁🙂

Life is not some pretty little Kumbaya affair, after all, is it? Nobody is “perfect.” (Great read: How Good Do We Have to Be? by Harold S. Kushner. I am not a religious person, & to be honest, I feel strongly that “organized” religions have mucked things up pretty substantially here on our beautiful planet. One way they have mucked it up, in my opinion, is in spreading the notion that we humans are not really much good, & that the religious figures we’re expected/ordered to look up to were “perfect.” More musings on that here) &, as I say, Rabbi Kushner’s book is darn good.

p.p.s. proof positive we can change! I used to think making my bed was really, really important. Taught my kids to make theirs when they were quite young. (I suspect my children always conceived of me as a dragon lady. Ah well. Motherhood is a tough gig. Kids are a tough crowd. So much more one could say … no????) I no longer make my bed. & get this! I also now put the toilet paper roll on the other way - what I used to call the “backward” way!!!! Now THERE’s real proof for you!! 🙂🙂