Green is the new black. 60 is the new 40. It seems there’s always something new replacing something we had just gotten used to.

I’m great with change … as long as it is for the better. The year we spent sleeping in the construction zone we called the master bedroom was a change well worth the inconvenience. It was a fabulous change. There was positive value in it on many levels. It was a transition that was easy to tolerate because I knew what the end result was going to be, and it was a change that was easy to get used to once the renovations were done. The new normal the renos brought was good. Very good.

I’m probably like you in that I don’t like some changes. When a change is not for the better, like when certain unnamed politicians got voted in and the fallout of their agenda and actions affects the majority negatively, or when a loved one gets terminally ill, that’s the kind of change I don’t adapt to easily. It’s a new normal that I don’t want to accept. The new normal is not okay. It’s not comfortable. Still, with time, the new normal becomes just that … the new normal.

The older I get the more I realize that every day brings a new normal, like it or not. That’s life.