As I grow older, the changes in seasons seem to be more pronounced. The fact that the temperature and the daylight hours change causes a level of consternation for me.

I never really thought about seasonal change when I was younger other than to have to make accommodations for what was to come. Taking in all the outdoor furniture, or closing down the pool were ritualistic fall chores.

Even though I always understood that everything really should be cleaned before retiring it for the winter, I rarely took the time to do that. Rather, I would prefer to hastily get the job done and deal with the cleaning in the spring.

I always secretly admired those who would plant spring bulbs in the fall so that there would be a spectacular display in April and May of the yellow and violet tulips, daffodils, and my favorite hyacinths. I would instead wait until the garden centers displayed the plants about to bloom and plant them so that there would be an overnight display. In fact, if you wait until the blooms are wilted, you can usually buy them at a substantial discount.

But, back to the changes that affect us as we grow older. I find that I’m not really anticipating change, even though it’s always nice to look forward to the end of winter. I like things to be pretty much on an even keel.

When I moved, I wondered about how I would adapt to the new environment. Fortunately, the move to a new home was really just about moving to a new location. When I walk into my new home, everything that greets me is familiar, everything has some bit of the old place still attached to it. I marvel sometimes, at how different something can look if you relocate it, but at the end of the day, it’s all the stuff that we had lived with for a long time.

Zoey, my dog, who is a creature of habit and loves the security of a structured life, managed to adapt more easily that I thought she would. I had imagined her having to deal with an unsettling transition after the move. I was pleased to see that even though she had some new things to get used to, she was familiar with everything that surrounded her. She sniffed about and probably realized that they were all the same smells that she knew from her other home.

Why do we become so reliant on a routine? Is it because new situations require us to make changes in how we go about our daily lives? Adapting to change is a deliberate process because we need to think through how we are going to do things differently.

I find now that doing things alone adds an additional element of angst and even trepidation to my life. Things that I never before thought much about, now become cause for thoughtful concern. It’s probably normal to some extent, for all of us to reach that point in our lives, but I can’t help but think that changing your status from two to one adds some additional stress.

The changing seasons and how we adapt is really just a metaphor for how we approach all the changes that appear out of nowhere, (or so it seems).

So I’m going to try to be more welcoming of opportunities to change some things in my life; be more open to a different solution to a problem. I’m also going to try to not spend a lot of time and energy trying to figure everything out in advance.

Carpe diem sounds like a good thing right now.

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