Changing Gears-Part I

Change.

Have y'all ever noticed how much this one word creeps into our daily lives and speech?

change in the wind

change in the blink of an eye

oil change

short changed

change of heart

change for the better

change your mind

change of address

I know I'm seeing it more as I get...ahem...older and not just in the change of seasons.

In fact, it's that last one that's getting to me right now.

There's a lot of changes going on here at the Casita de Trash, but I'm only addressing the spring antique show today 'cause...well, there's this whole time and place change thingy we've been facing.

Time...or maybe timing is a better word...is not my friend. Not that we were ever on the best of terms, but it's really making itself scarce lately.

SQUIRREL ALERT!

FYI...for those of y'all who think working at home allows you unlimited time...think again.  Having yourself as a boss can be challenging.  Me, myself, and I can be a real taskmaster, but having me, myself, and I as an employee is kinda like having loose change in the bottom of a big ol' purse.  Seems me, myself, and I isn't very organized, rattles around a lot and jingle-jangles even more.  Me, myself, and I, are just like those bad pennies tucked away in the hidey-holes of a handbag; weighing me down, elusive when needed, and only show up with a used Kleenex stuck to her their backside.  Me, myself, and I can and does drive me, myself, and I crazy.

So when looking at the calendar, seeing Antiques Week looming in just 5 weeks and knowing Cat Daddy can't get the two weeks off needed to do a proper show set up, I'm faced with a game changer.

Do I do the show by myself...AGAIN...or do we change our course of action?  I voted for a little change-up this time...and my vote outweighs his vote by 2 to 1...thanks to those pennies.

Instead of committing to the full two weeks needed, we are opting to go down the week before the shows actually open.  We're going to load a few things on the smaller trailer, find a change of scenery to drop it on (I'll give you the 411 on that when I know), sell for a few days and then take the rest of the week to just enjoy ourselves.

Presto-chango...I felt better immediately.  It was as if a huge load had been lifted off my shoulders.  I'm not saying this will be our permanent change of plans, but for now...it works.

That's the beauty of change.  It's the knowing nothing has to be carved in stone or nailed to the floor...unless we choose to add water to the cement.  Every now and then we all need a change of habit...otherwise, without the nerve to try a change of pace, we  I might as well just sit life out.

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(As long as we're talking about changes, let me add a caboose to this train of thought.  Several folks have let me know they like the "comments" section open. I'll try it for a while, but I have to say I still feel guilty about it.  Never fear though.  Y'all know me and anything can change in a heartbeat!)