What’s the saying? “The one constant in life is change.”
Change — especially difficult change — is like a chameleon. It has an uncanny ability to blend in with its environment. Everything’s as it should be. You’re rolling along just fine — and — blink! — a new color, a new pattern emerges.
The habitat shifts. You’re left feeling out of place in your own skin. And there’s that infernal chameleon demanding you adapt.
I’ve had to accept plenty of challenging change in six decades. The trip to Alaska back in the ‘80s to check out a major move. The place was huge and overwhelming. Another world. And — at spring breakup — everyone looked so worn and bedraggled I wondered where I’d find a friend. The next year — and all the following ones — after making it through an Alaskan winter I looked an