About Change and Socks

Post 182:

            Changing is hard. And I’m not talking about socks, though given my age and deficiencies in dexterity, that applies as well. No. Talking life change. There are people out there with their gospels of instant prosperity, the get-rich-quick shenanigans, the you can have it all folks—probably the most detestable humans on the planet, to my estimation.

            Let’s be clear. Prosperity is totally doable. Getting rich—also possible. Having it all…well, no, but you can have a hell of a lot. Just not tomorrow. (Note: This post is for folks that aren’t ninety-nine years old, looking back at tons of success and achievement)

            Going from 0 to 60 involves a lot of numbers in between. At least ten, I think. And unfortunately, life isn’t a car that involves a one-step process of pressing your foot down on a thing and away we go.

            Changing is hard. It’s why it happens slowly, methodically, painfully. It’s why a lot of people don’t change.

            Think of it in story terms. If the protagonist starts out in Loserville then calls a toll free number that helps him become a real estate tycoon overnight, not only is that story short, it’s boring. It’s not a story. It’s nothing. That person hasn’t changed a bit, only their surroundings. Nothing is more banal than that.

            Anyway, chin up boys and girls. I say, one foot in front of the other. By all means, keep your head in the clouds—just watch where you’re going as well.

            Cheers. See you after.