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Forced Into Change

Sometimes changes are forced on us By the environment, By our parents, siblings, neighbors, By our co-workers, friends, boss, By God. We go into them kicking and bucking. Wailing and screaming. Our shrieks are deafening. To us, but no one else notices. Because we do it silently. Socialized, so they will not know how Sad and angry we are now, and it is their fault. It is not our plan. Our reluctance is pouring out of our pores. We hope they choke in it. We pout a bit. No one cares. Finally settling down, sometimes Often we see it is the best for us too. Better than we had before the change was forced on us. Happier now, Forced to have something better That we did not know we wanted.

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Date: 7/25/2019 11:51:00 PM
Yep... this is me at every twist and turn of life! *shaking head* Perfectly penned, Soul Sister!!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:35:00 AM
I have to say that when change is immediately thrust on me I start digging in my heels yelling and screaming, but silently as I am socialized, and it usually happens at work. My husband is too afraid to try it.
Date: 7/25/2019 7:54:00 PM
So true...but will still fight change just for changing into something new....
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:35:00 AM
I know that's right. I was thinking of the sudden unexpected changes that you do not see coming - death for example.
Date: 7/25/2019 3:15:00 PM
'We pout a bit/No one cares' - oh so true! (Funny, at work we just switched to a new computer system, at first I hated it, but now I see it really is an improvement - who knew?)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/26/2019 11:36:00 AM
My husband says I am like Max, our four-year-old grandson. My first answer is always "NO!" then I say "okay," because no was not the right answer at all.

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