Life-changing experiences–they’re supposed to be good things. I don’t know that everyone is looking for a life-changing experience, but every so often I’ll here the expression: “It will change your life.”
This movie will change your life. This as-seen-on-TV product will change your life. This book will change your life. Having kids will change your life (. . . that one’s true, but not as much as people lead you to believe).
Me, I’m ready for a life change. I’m ready for less commuting. I’m ready for smaller bills. I’m ready for less stress. I’m ready for all kinds of things that I think would qualify as life-changing.
Problem is, I think that in order for my life to change, I might actually have to change. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I mean, my life is pretty much the way it is because I am the way I am. In many cases, it’s as good as it is in spite of the way I am. I weigh this much because I eat this much. I commute because I live where I choose to live and I work at a place I’ve decided not to stop attending. The self-determining pattern of existence goes on.
It’s like Michael Jackson says, “No message coulda been any clearer. If you wanna make the world a better place, you take a look at yourself and make a change.”
Whoo. So what do I need to change? I’m afraid to seek God. I watch too much TV. I’m addicted to comfort. I live inside my head. I spend too much time online. I’m disorganized. I’m lazy. Okay, that’s my to-change list for now. I’ll let you know when I’ve changed something.