This week, courtesy of Sprite's Keeper, we spinners are talking Change. Because...Yes We Can! ahahahahha. I've been waiting to type that all week, and yes I amuse myself quite a lot, thank you. I will be eagerly reading other spins over the weekend looking for others who also couldn't resist.
Although I could swear that I have addressed the fact that I'm not a fan of change more than once, I can't find the applicable posts. So since that's not what I'm going to talk about I will only mention in brief that I:
a) have a very routine filled life, mostly due to working 40 hours a week and having toddlers during them rest of it, toddlers who are fans of routines.
b) am happy with that life.
c) get really cranky when someone messes with my routine or changes plans on me.
d) despite the above, am really cluttered and not the most organized person when it comes to life, even though I would prefer it to be otherwise. Would much prefer it.
So, my spin on change this week is more about what I used to do with it.
Thing you should know in advance:
1) I was an only child, so there weren't any siblings lurking around in hopes of messing with me or distracting me.
2) We were poorer than dirt so spare change was really more like gold at my house
3) My parents fought a lot, usually over number 2
4) I seem to have had too much time on my hands.
5) I realize that this might make me seem like a candidate for the OCD wing of the crazy house, but in most areas of my life I am really quite sane. Really.
Periodically throughout my childhood, and even substantially into my teens, if life got a little too out of control for my tastes, and I didn't feel like journaling about it, I would head to my room and break open my piggy bank. Whereupon I would begin an elaborate and lengthy process of sorting the coins. By denomination, year, mint (alphabetically) and cleanliness. I would lay them all out in rows (obviously the oldest dirtiest Denver penny was first), and then count them. By the time I tidied everything away, at least an hour had passed and I was soothed and peaceful and able to deal with things.
So really, I kind of used change to cope with change. Which, while weird, is more healthy than some things I could have been doing.