Change

I don't like change. The things on my desk at work are still arranged the way I set them up on my very first day. I've been working at my job for 18 months. I want to get a new car, but I can't bear the thought of getting rid of the old one. That red Mustang is me, and I can't let it go.

I can't let it go off to strangers, even if it doesn't have side airbags, anti-lock brakes, front-wheel drive or a trunk that stays open without my arm for a prop. I love it. It's the same thing when I bring clothes to Goodwill, though less intense. I remember all the good times I had wearing those outfits and I can't stand the thought of never seeing them again.

But, I tell myself, you are young. This is the time to experience new things. I don't want to become rigid. So I am embarking on a slow path toward embracing change. Today, I moved the little green frog that sits beside my computer monitor. The frog now rests on top of some books. I'm not sure of I like it as much, but I will leave it. For a while at least. Next, I have big plans to put a new hand towel in my bathroom, and maybe throw away some of the magazines taking over my coffee table.