crook

i'm crook. bronchitis.

the doctor told me this. as an asthmatic i was a bit 'blah, whateves'.

I googled it – swollen, gunk-filled airtubes. less air makes it to your lungs. ok, i've got antibiotics, i'll be good. better get back to work.

i told my manager, she then spent 10 mins telling me how sick her brother and mother got with bronchitis.

i mentioned it to my client, they looked at me aghast and told me to get home to bed, bronchitis could turn into 'much, much worse'. pleurisy even.

I told my colleague, he's man of few words, on this occasion those few words were 'you should be home in bed, not here'.

i'm now home. off work. thinking... when did i become so blaze about not being able to breathe properly?

is that a change in your pocket?

i work in internal communications. what this means in general terms is that i help people in an organisation make sense of the change that happens around them. in short, i deal in change for a living.

But when i think about, i don’t just deal in change, i live change. in the last 5 years how many times have you moved house? me – 5 times. jobs over the last decade? me – 13. for me, new equals exciting. i crave change. i love the excitement a new place brings, the adventures new people create. i look for opportunities to change as if paradise is just one change away.

but others are completely different. and they’re happy. they seem to like the sameness. for them, less change is more.

so... is change a cage or is the cage when we don’t change?