Seasons change, as do us humans. If we didn’t change and grow in some way or other we wouldn’t be a very interesting species. How much do we change and how is it measured? I’m not sure there’s a specific formula for that because we’re all different.
Change is inevitable, whether we like it or not and we can’t always know what will happen afterwards. If we accept it, we make the necessary adjustment(s) and move on. If we don’t we may decide to fight it, either alone or with other likeminded folk. When that happens I think there are three end results, one is positive, one is negative, and one is neutral.
A positive outcome would be that everything will stay as you like it and you don’t have to make any adjustments. Then there’s the negative outcome where you tried fighting but lost and you have to make adjustments or be miserable. And then there’s the neutral outcome where the change didn’t really occur but might so you’re stuck in limbo till it does or doesn’t.
Seasonal change is also inevitable, at least here in our neck of the woods. Autumn has arrived with its chill and it’s impossible for any of us to do anything about it. (Much like the recent supreme court hearing fiasco.) I try to make the necessary adjustments but it keeps getting harder and harder with each passing year. But I don’t think I’m as vocal about it as I used to be.
I’m beginning to think that some adjustments aren’t really necessary at all. I’m going with the flow, drifting downstream. And that’s ok.