the chanj

It's interesting how life changes happen together. I moved two weeks ago to West Oakland from South Berkeley. It was my third move in two years. The first time, I made a big move from Redwood City to Berkeley and had to find work in the area, which was difficult. The second time, I moved down the 5 blocks away in Berkeley, I started my current job at just around the same time I moved. New job and new house.

Two weeks ago, I found comfort in the fact that I had the same job at the same place, but was living in a totally new neighborhood, and work now took only 7 minutes to get there. And then what happens? They completely change my schedule around.

For near two months, I was doing exclusively evening shifts, 4pm-12am, on the weekends and certain days during the week. My other job was in the afternoon, too, so I got into the practice of regularly staying up late and sleeping in. Mornings were a time for sleeping, evenings were for functioning. I'd do productive work when I got home, and would stay up till 4am some nights.

Then... they ask me to do day shift. 7-3. DAILY.

Suddenly I'm heading to bed at 10pm. And actually being asleep by 11. The bed is enjoyable and nice to be in at 10, and it gives me some time to read. The alarm goes off around 6. Completely different schedule, almost like moving to an entire different country.

I didn't even start my once regular evening routine when I moved to "WOak". Right at the time of the move, I was instantly doing day shifts, which truly felt like a huge change.

You can take nothing for granted because change will always happen. Luckily, though, in time, you can see the positives in the changes that have occurred. Day shifts feel right, now. On one particularly difficult morning, hopping into the car at 6:50 did not feel right at all... but then came Madonna's new song, which I had never heard before, blasting through the radio. It was exactly what I needed at the moment and the Universes way of saying, "This isn't a fluke, this IS it now."