Readers may think the title of this post –“Small change” — relates to a fear I blogged about last week:
Quarterlessness-o-phobia, the fear of not having the correct change.
Two days ago, in Random Numbers, I speculated I might be returning to work today.
There has been a small change in that plan. The revised Estimated Time of (Work) Arrival is Monday.
Regular readers might assume THAT change is related to a change in my recovery rate, from illness.
It has to do with red tape.
Readers unfamiliar with the term “red tape” might now be picturing something like this:
(I found that image here)
I’d like to make a small change in that image, like so:
(image found here)
Red tape is an idiom that refers to excessive regulation or rigid conformity to formal rules that is considered redundant or bureaucratic and hinders or prevents action or decision-making. It is usually applied to governments, corporations, and other large organizations.
I need to have a meeting with Employee Health, at work, before I can return.
The language of that Wikipedia definition is somewhat judgmental, especially
hinders or prevents
With that language, plus the image I chose above, you might well assume that my facial expression — and feeling — is down, right now.
Actually, I’m neither down nor up. To the best of my ability, I am letting go of anxiety, expectations, and my own assumptions about changes ahead.
Here’s a wish, for myself:
I wish, when I return to work, that all changes — both within and beyond my control — will appear small and manageable.
I like that wish. However, let’s make a small change in that, too:
I wish, from now on, that all changes — both within and beyond my control — will appear small and manageable.
I love that wish. I wish I had my magic wand with me, to give that wish more power.
I don’t. The wand is at work. I’ll have to wait until Monday to see it again.
Hold on! I’d like to make a small change in my wish assumptions, here. Maybe the image of that wand …
… is enough.
Before I end this post, I’d like to show you recent photos of change, nearby. Nine days ago, I showed you this:
Yesterday, I took a photo at the same spot:
We could judge those changes. We could miss what’s no longer there.
We could see what’s there, with new eyes.
Yesterday, with a small change in location …
… I saw new things.
Thanks to those who change their perspectives in any way, to tape of any color, to magic wands, to people at work, and to you — of course! — for reading today.