Ice cubes

In the last year, change has come to me without me looking for it. Things settle down, and then something crazy happens, something totally unexpected. You aren't paying attention, and you fall in the bottom of a very deep hole.

Do you love change? Stability? Routine? Randomness? I don't know what I prefer. Sometimes I want the world around me to be stable and monotonous and then I can focus on the creative dance in my head, free from distraction. But I know change keeps me fresh, at the same time.

The only constant is change. That's something I could say, over and over.

Also, youth is wasted on the young.

I was at the bank this morning, waiting in line at the drive thru behind a man on a bike. I heard the teller tell the man that he had to be in a vehicle to be waited on. The bank doesn't have walk-in service.

"You've gotta be f**kin' kidding me!" the man said. It was hot, and the man was very sunburned and covered in paint.

"I'm sorry."

"What am I supposed to do??!" the man said.

The woman shrugged and told him there was another branch down the road a few miles. The man stared at her for an uncomfortable moment. I found myself on the verge of tears.

The only constant is change.

I wish my anecdote had a relationship to the content of my post.

Mom used to say, "when life hands you ice cubes, make ice water."

The Jimenez's, she said, were never lucky enough to get lemons.