(This post is an attempt to follow a guideline as short as a word long – some people call this a « theme ». As you may have understood already, the theme is change. See Medicinal Marzipan’s blog for an explanation of the Self Discovery Word by Word Blogger Series, and the post that has launched the change.)

This life has been moving me around. This life has been moving so far.

Every day brings its bundle of surprises and surprising fears. Every day brings a load of clothes I could swear I have never worn. Out I find different images than in, what I had as a world.

Everything keeps changing… from what? From what I imagine they would become? That’s not what I could call real change: It’s just a becoming – of things as they are.

I like to say become instead of change. Then I can brag I’m always becoming myself, in the many myselves I can be throughout life.

To me, change brings a negative connotation forthwith – it sounds as unwelcome as a reason for a friend’s treason, or a switching off of the radio after an ill-formed popularesque song. Change sounds like forgetting oneself. Change looks like shutting oneself up.

Well, I may not be right, even in my own world. In fact, what change I do not caress is the unaccepted, refused, fought-against type of change. But change could not care less of my resistance, and keeps rolling on me whatever.

That’s where I « gotta roll with it » – to paraphrase a once-not-so-popular pop song – and on it, through it, in it. Change is a surfing dough from which I’ll become. Hmm, I mean, I become. Cause I am already.

Guess who’s coming to dinner tonight? A surprise, a surprise me. I’m all ready for the fear of this everbecoming lady.

Sometimes an unexpected change of setting may bring in the most welcome guests.