“If you need change, I can’t give it to you.”

Apropos.

My laundry lady went on to say, “The girl last night locked the vault.”

Made me start thinking about how much I DO need change.  And not the break a twenty kind.

But I’m working on that.  Vaults be damned.

I guess this is kind of a change … Sure not ginger ale.

And, thanks to our recent monsoon shenanigans, there are all these fun plants wrapped around mundane objects, really found this beautiful.

So, there’s a couple of changes.

But not the ones I had in mind.

There comes a day when you wake up, look around you and realize, “I am approaching 50 and I haven’t much to look forward to.”

There comes a day when you wake up and repeat your day like a pattern and loathe it.

I’m there.

I have an unchecked lottery ticket in my purse.  A dream of what my life could be and health issues I want mended.

I have a bonkers sense of hope, and a realistic feeling of being ‘stuck’.

Those things coupled become completely frustrating.

It’s like ticking off days on a calendar, only, it’s the countdown to the end.

So, what do I want to change, and how to go about it?

I’ll know more about that soon.

Mostly though, I stay in the moment and appreciate my life.

But I can’t keep doing my pattern forever.  I need more for myself.

I am capable of change, and open to it.

Now I just need to check that lottery ticket I suppose.