Stuck in time

We get stuck in time, don't we?
When the month turns over I find myself still writing the previous one on the date. From the 1st through at least the 5th you'll see that I've crossed out or written over the number. It just happened earlier, as I sat down to hand-write a page.

Well I got used to writing a "6", and it took me a while to get over "5". Now I have to move to "7"?! What the frig?

I can't help but notice a cheap and easy metaphor for my life in all of this. Change is a bugger of a bitch. And no matter how deftly I wade through it, or how positively things turn out, it never fails to knock the shit out of me. At least for a little while. It's a kick right in the psyche's groin.

But life really requires the fortitude to successfully navigate these changes. Because as perfectly eternal our platonic forms remain, the experiential world is a tumult of passing scenes. As one gives way to the next, there is often a nostalgia for what passed, and trepidation for what's ahead. Eventually, that which I once feared becomes comfortable. It becomes "life". And soon that passes away toward a new version of the cycle.

So here comes another one of those transitional periods. A chapter has just passed and a new one is just beginning. Only this time I am acutely aware that I have to write the next chapter. I guess I can start by writing the correct date.