I’ve always said that I don’t like change, but I think maybe I’ve changed?

Now that I’m older, I’ve started to notice that some of my personality traits, traits that I’ve always thought of as fundamental to who I am, don’t necessarily apply anymore. Even so, I probably continued to tell people my “I hate change” mantra years and years after it ceased to be true, just out of habit. And my friends did the same, all “everyone knows how much Evany hates change!”

I think it takes a special kind of self-aware vigilance to first of all notice that things are no longer as they once were, and then second of all make the effort to update those personal taglines so that the world and your friends are aware of your latest revision.

Sometimes I worry that I’m the same exact person I was in high school, that the things I’ve done and seen and weathered in the years since then have taught me nothing. And how sad would that be? THIS SAD! So it’s a relief, and a comfort, to notice myself doing things I never used to do—transforming from night owl to early bird, making my bed with semi-regularity, embracing change—little signs that I’m capable of personal evolution after all.