Change. Is it really the one constant in life? It’s kind of depressing that way. Theologically I realize there are other constants, but when you’re talking day to day life those theological constants don’t seem very tangible, which is a shame. It always happens when you’re getting comfortable, too. Just when you think you like things, they change on you. Perhaps it’s the cynic in me, but I blame everything on the cynic. It’s a rather cynical approach, don’t you think?

Sometimes I just wish things wouldn’t change so much. I’m not ready. I’m never ready.