I have often instinctively resisted change. Sometimes I have had a thought that maybe this is means I’m somewhere on the autistic spectrum. Nowadays I don’t usually have much trouble finding things, but that’s only because I have what I call in my head “authorised places” for things to be kept. If I stick to those places obsessively, all is fine, but if I’m rushed or stressed, or both, and I happen to leave something in an unauthorised place, it causes all kinds of mayhem. How often have you wished that you could make a call to your car keys or your wallet to find out where you left them?
Maybe the instinct to resist change is linked to the instinct to do things properly. Something in my nature that sometimes works against me is that I only want to to do it if if I can do it properly. So it’s absolutely fine to just paint over it as long you’ve sorted out the underlying structure first. It all depends how long you want it to last. This is probably what I meant in the first post I ever made on this blog back in 2006. You sense the need for change, but you want to make the change sustainable. Just get on and do it then. I can hear the drift and complacency in that voice of six years ago. If you could talk to yourself from six years ago, what would you say? Probably not much, except that I’ll see you when it’s all done. Let’s not invoke the butterfly effect.
Today has different meanings for different people. It’s all about context. Return. Sacrifice. Chocolate. Not having to go to work tomorrow. Roast potatoes. The knowledge that you can sit in the pub all afternoon without guilt. Personally, I will take the emerging realisation that how you feel is a choice, whatever is happening around you. I’m imagining that the presenters of BBC breakfast will be seeing Tuesday’s inaugural broadcast from MediaCityUK in Salford as a seismic change. They will be thinking that the money for presenting the BBC’s flagship show more than offsets the 200 mile commute up North, and that they’ll get travel and hotels on expenses anyway, but then in a few months’ time they will have the wet Tuesday in November syndrome to deal with, as they sit and stare at street lights on a delayed train just outside Birmingham, knowing that they’ve missed their kids’ bed time. The press releases say that it’s an exciting time. I believe that it is.