"Dear Sister Blair,
I like doggies. Puppies like a little bit of dots. I love you too. Little ghosts are swimming in a box. I'll miss you. Seven is little. Indian is five. Thank you for being my teacher."
Love, Gracie"
once upon a time, when i was 18, a friend of mine and i were in a "discussion" about something that at the time was important. when she felt she was losing the battle, her retort to me was "well....you just don't deal well with change." i sat there in the car thinking "that was a lame comeback...seriously, that's all you got?" now, i laugh and think "dang HER, she was RIGHT!"
i hate change. i love it, but i hate it. many things in my life have changed in the last several years (and months, and days). many more things will change in the next several. it will all work out for my good. but, sometimes, late on a saturday night...i sit down in the silence and dig in my heels and decide that change and i are not friends. it's a ridiculous battle. in the "jules vs. change" war...i always come out getting what i need, but not always what i think i want. and in the middle, i always squirm.