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judecorpPeople change. I guess that's one of life's little inevitabilities. People begin changing from the moment they're born. I have the privilege of seeing and monitoring change in little people every day. This morning I did an assessment on a 7-month-old. I've worked with her for a month, and in that time her gross motor skills have exploded. How exciting!
When children are small, every little change is monitored and carefully noted for posterity. As we get older, those little changes and adjustments often go unnoticed. And it's not even like we're not paying attention, it just happens. No one is watching us like a hawk and taking stock in our personal milestones. Everyone is so busy living their own day-to-day lives, I suppose. Myself included.
It's funny how you can hang out with someone for years and their little changes don't register with you because they've happened so gradually and you've had a chance to adjust unconsciously. You and your friends change side-by-side, and the end result is just another day, another memory. It's those distant friends that bring the reality of change home to you, those friends and family members for whom you have not had the opportunity to catch all the micro-adjustments of life.
Inside myself, I feel like the same person I've always been. My heart beats both with the same blood and the same passions. My head buzzes with the same thoughts, the same ideals, the same quirks and anxieties. I like the same music, the same movies, the same books. I hug the same way, kiss the same way, offer the same caring tone of voice. Sure, there have been shifts, adjustments. Life has happened. Growth has happened. Time has aged me alongside everyone else.
But I'm lost, somewhat, in that sea of people whom have all matured alongside one another while I adventured in another land. I realize we've all changed and I wonder who has grown out of touch? I'm inclined to think it is me, and I'm willing to take that blame. But how do I rectify that sort of inconsistency? With what can I cross that sort of chasm?
There are no events that have left me out of touch more than others. There is no discernible cause. I am a person who loves, who thinks, who breathes, who experiences. My love has not changed, only the person I choose to give it to. My life has not changed, only the order of priorities. There is no one who has ever known me who does not know me now. I just wish I was not the only one who sees this.
When children are small, every little change is monitored and carefully noted for posterity. As we get older, those little changes and adjustments often go unnoticed. And it's not even like we're not paying attention, it just happens. No one is watching us like a hawk and taking stock in our personal milestones. Everyone is so busy living their own day-to-day lives, I suppose. Myself included.
It's funny how you can hang out with someone for years and their little changes don't register with you because they've happened so gradually and you've had a chance to adjust unconsciously. You and your friends change side-by-side, and the end result is just another day, another memory. It's those distant friends that bring the reality of change home to you, those friends and family members for whom you have not had the opportunity to catch all the micro-adjustments of life.
Inside myself, I feel like the same person I've always been. My heart beats both with the same blood and the same passions. My head buzzes with the same thoughts, the same ideals, the same quirks and anxieties. I like the same music, the same movies, the same books. I hug the same way, kiss the same way, offer the same caring tone of voice. Sure, there have been shifts, adjustments. Life has happened. Growth has happened. Time has aged me alongside everyone else.
But I'm lost, somewhat, in that sea of people whom have all matured alongside one another while I adventured in another land. I realize we've all changed and I wonder who has grown out of touch? I'm inclined to think it is me, and I'm willing to take that blame. But how do I rectify that sort of inconsistency? With what can I cross that sort of chasm?
There are no events that have left me out of touch more than others. There is no discernible cause. I am a person who loves, who thinks, who breathes, who experiences. My love has not changed, only the person I choose to give it to. My life has not changed, only the order of priorities. There is no one who has ever known me who does not know me now. I just wish I was not the only one who sees this.
