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Blame it on the Changes

Today I had a few minutes in one of my classes to just take a break. I decided to be different and actually write down my blog post for today. So here I am, in the middle of Psychology, writing down my thoughts. Have you ever wondered how your life would be if you lived somewhere else? What about if you WERE someone else? My name could be something other than Shelby. My phone number, my address, my parents, my siblings, my friends, would all be so..different. Would life still be simple, or is life never really simple in the first place? So many questions, not many answers. You start off each day with the sound of an alarm. You drive the same way to the same places, once you get there you walk the same way to your destination. You see the same people, the same seats, the same lights, the same dry-erase board. Then, one day you get to that same ordinary place and realize that something is different, something has changed. Does this change scare, or excite you? Everyone has to deal with change. It comes on all different levels, in different ways, in different times. It is up to you to decide how you perceive this change, and how you will handle it. You can be known as the optimist, or the pessimist. You can be happy, or you can be sad. Change is going to happen no matter what. Some changes will rework the way your entire life works, and some changes will make you second guess the things you've trusted in for so long. Will you see these changes and embrace them, or simply run away from something or anything that is out of the day-to-day norm? You are you, I am me. Only the individual can decide who and what they want to be in life, and how they will react to the already reacting reactions.

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