Today I was thinking about change. Mostly I was thinking about how we are sitting almost on a tipping point of change, where people are really beginning to realize that what they do matters. I don’t think enough people are on board yet, but we’re getting there.

Change is kind of an abstract concept. It’s hard to define, especially when we need everyone to scoot over a few pixels. Change means different things to different folks.

I’ve been on a fantasy daydream tangent lately where I’ve been visualizing my change. I’ve been wanting to buy land in New Mexico for half a century now, but I’ve never been really clear on exactly where or what I would do with it once I had it. It’s part of my process of change – it’s a big thing for me to be thinking about moving away from the coast. Anyway, I’ve been daydreaming about the strawbale house, the painting studio, the green houses, and the off the grid lifestyle that I would be living there – all within the pretext of being minimalist and ultra-modern. That’s my big change. It’s a little creative, combining styles and architectural methods.

My little change that I found for today in the real world were compostable bag liners for the kitchen compost.

So while I was standing in line at Whole Foods, I thought about people’s fears and resistance to change, which sort of revolve around their expectations of what their lives are supposed to be like, based on what everyone else’s live are like. I was trying to think of ways to let people know that we are on the edge, where expectations are not going to be the norm. That we’re all going to have to get a little creative about how we live our day to day lives on the planet.

Anyway. That’s what I was thinking about in those few minutes when the chatterbox wouldn’t shut up and go on her way.