I can change.
One set of clothing for another is window dressing. One body for another is reincarnation. One thought – maybe a stubborn habit, for another – perhaps a flexible outlook on life, is an exchange worth working for.
I just have to finish this chocolate bar first. No you can’t have a piece! It’s mine!
Isn’t it odd that we talk passionately of change from our well-worn soapbox, dressed in our favourite clothes and using the same voice we used yesterday and will again tomorrow.But – never, never, never say ‘never’.
(Apologies to Miriam (https://outanabout.com) because I lifted these thoughts from our conversation. And thanks also to Miriam for inspiring them.)