Change

Last night I was in a thought that has returned to me regularly, over the years: life is change, and change is good.

I, and I think some others I have known, sometimes get resistant to change. There's a tendency to hold on to familiarity. But, despite our protests, the thing we call 'life' keeps rolling along, and, change just happens. And, even though we fight it, after-the-fact it always turns out to be the best.

Which leaves no room for regret. I figure that if even one thing along the way had gone differently, I wouldnt be precisely who I am today. And who I am today is really wonderful. Its because I have my daughter that I am feeling so good about being me. Being a Mom sure is a privelege.

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