While looking through my yearbook a few days ago I laughed at memories, cringed at early 90’s hairstyles, and wondered about a certain phrase written over and over…”Don’t ever change.”
Reconnecting with long lost roommates, mission companions, and classmates via Facebook, have also brought the comments, “You’ve haven’t changed one bit.” Really? If that’s the case, I think I might be a little sad. I think I’ve changed a lot since my days of asking to see a cute boy's CTR ring during seminary then “forgetting” to give it back to him so he’d have to call me later to remind me to bring it to him, or talking about a roommate with my bedroom door open and not checking to see if she’s there before railing on her. These days I’m very aware of people’s location before I talk smack about them and I’m a little more up front about the feelings I have for the cute boy I’m shacked up with.
But maybe change isn’t always the best thing. Can it be good to be the same forever and forever? I mean, God is unchanging and He’s not that bad, right? I guess some things are pretty much the same, like me thinking life, for the most part, is extremely hilarious, crap follows me where ever I go, and I still have issues with stupid people. Maybe, like most things in life, change isn’t black and white, but varying shades of grey and it’s up to me to decide if it’s good or bad.
I’ll have to think about it for a while…my thoughts might change tomorrow.