I’m thinking this morning about the amount of adaptation I’ve had to make in my life, and how that has affected my ability to handle change. On the surface of it, I’m not very good at handling change. My reaction to it has caused me to consider if I suffer for a low level of autism, but I’m sure I don’t – I’m just averse to change in many forms and have a hard time dealing with it until I’ve figured out the pattern and what I need to do to satisfy the new status quo.

Obviously, this is now the time to point out that the addition of our baby son into the household has been the most disruptive thing of all. In fact, handling him this morning is the thing that drove the subject of today’s piece – I have had to quickly adapt to a changing pace of life – letting him do things at his own pace, and give him the space and time he needs to relax and do what he wants to do – while packing everything else into the space that is left when he sleeps. I can only imagine it will get tougher when he gets older.

But that isn’t the only thing I’ve had to adapt to. I have a new job, and that takes a bit of time to settle in to. Thankfully I’ve been there three months already and I’ve been surrounded by a host of welcoming and easy to work with people, so I’m back in a job that I actually enjoy doing. I’m fortunate also to be in a position where I can get to and from work in 45 minutes and so I can do a full day at work and then come home and spend some proper time with my family. In a way, that requires adaptation of its own – I’d built up a schedule and a routine around the the early starts in the office in Oxford and changing that to later starts and arriving home earlier meant that I had to change my routine to one that suited the different timescales. This sounds trivial, but I’m a lazy sod and the chance to lie in later in the morning could have resulted In a schedule that would have made me late every day. Now, I’m in the office early while still getting up later than I had done previously.

Writing 500 words a day requires some adaptation of it’s own – regardless of what happens in any given day, I have the mental obligation to write every day, and so I need to set aside the time to do so. Thinking up a topic and piling into writing it can take half an hour at least, and if I were to edit it and actually read and re-read it for sense and style, then it would take a lot longer. That’s the reason why a lot of the content is hastily produced – sometimes I can barely find half an hour and I end up doing this late at night, when I am not at my most creative.

So, I’m going to end this here. It’s starting to come across as one of those “what I did last summer” school stories, so I’m going to do the usual thing – not re-read or edit, just push “publish” and move on.