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Time For Change

"Things do not change; we change."
                            ~ Henry David Thoreau
It is 2012. A new year. With the start of a new year comes frequent talk of resolutions and wishes for the coming months. Some people wish to travel more or learn something new. Others want to find a new job or a new hobby. Still others wish to change their lifestyles or improve their relationships. In short, people want change.

Change can mean many things to many people. It can be a break in one’s routine. It can mean a new focus. It even can mean a completely new start. The possibilities are seemingly endless.

I am not exempt from this. I am looking forward to 2012 being a year of change for me. . .on several levels. For some time, I have stuck to a predictable routine. Spent time with the same people. Been to the same places. Dealt with the same issues. It is time for something different. I need to shake up my routine. Meet new people. Go to a new place. Expand my horizons.

But, it is not enough to say that I want to change this or need to change that. It is going to take work. It is going to take focus and a concerted effort. If I truly want such a drastic change, I have to make it happen. Otherwise, I may still be in this same place at the year’s end, expressing these same thoughts.

I cannot say with certainty what this year holds. After all, the year is brand new. I can say, though, that I already have begun to work towards my goal of making this a year of change.
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