Life Gets the Better of Us

I am updating some of my accounts, and lo and behold, I stumbled across my long defunct blog, “Better Than the First Half.”

I’m not going to write anything tonight.

I’m going to stew in my own self-loathing for a while, but then, I think that I am going to pick up where I left off.  So much has transpired in the last few years, especially since my last post, so I certainly wouldn’t be at a loss for content.

When I started this blog, I had high hopes and good intentions.  As the title of this post says, though, “life gets the better of us.”  We get busy.  We get side-tracked.  We follow whatever particular rabbit trail captures our imagination at the moment, only to find ourselves long removed from our familiar pastures.

I did say that I’m not going to write anything tonight, right?

Because I’m not.

But suffice to say that my blogging itch has been stimulated again, so after I take my brief stint in self-loathing, I’ll drop by here again and see what, if anything, comes next.

Until then…

Stay tuned.

Ch…ch…ch…Changes

“When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.” 
~ Alexander Graham Bell

Life is a constant series of transitions.  Unfortunately, all too often, just as we have finally adjusted to the last series of changes, we are blindsided by a whole new set of changes.  Indeed, as it is said, “change is the only constant.”

I’ve gotten to the point in my life where if things remain the same for a little too long, I begin to get restless and nervous, knowing that the longer the peace, the greater the change.  Personally, I prefer change to come in small, steady increments, always flowing and evolving.  But I have no say in these matters, and it’s probably just as well that I don’t.

Am I the same person that I was this time last year?  Yes and no.  I can look back at some of the blog entries I had written around that time, and while I see a man who is mostly familiar, I also see someone who has become a little bit of a stranger to me.  Yet, it is difficult to identify what is different, much less to try to articulate what I think I see.

Change is inevitable, and while we cannot prevent its coming, we can make the most of the opportunities to learn and to grow that it always presents.  The past will always live on in our hearts, but we cannot live there.

As the doors in your life are shutting, some slammed, some gently closed, don’t linger long, but look around for the doors that are even now opening to you.  The next chapter of your adventure awaits, if you will only step boldly through.