Are changes as good as a rest?

I’m sure I’m not the only one who dislikes changes.

As I have grown older, I seem to hate them even more, presumably because I am happy with the way things are and see no earthly reason to change anything. 

When we are young, we are more likely to welcome changes. I mean, some of them are supposed to be an improvement, aren’t they?

I used to be very annoyed at having to change habits of a lifetime, but I would grit my teeth and get on with it. These days, though, my grit seems to have toddled off, leaving me a bit helpless and annoyed.

My latest annoyance is, to be fair, all my own fault. Since becoming housebound, I have had to make some difficult choices. Some parts of my life have changed, and not for the better, in my opinion. These changes were beyond my control, leaving me with no choice at all for some of them.

Continuing to use my PC was something I wanted to do, eventually. My disability and medication have conspired against me. I refused to be thwarted, and so far, I am managing quite well. I have even gone so far as to trade in my old Windows 10 for the new 11.

Although this new PC is faster and quieter, it could be one of the worst mistakes I have ever made, and that’s saying a lot.

I always have to pay the price for my stubbornness, as I cannot do anything with it. 

Some things have transferred over, thank heavens, but not everything. Fixing these things will take a while and keep me away from my writing desk, but needs must, as they say…

Yes, why do I do these things?