“It’s different. It’s not like it used to be.”
“She’s different. She’s not like she used to be.”
When you’re so sure that the world, groups you’re part of or people changed in ways you don’t like (or find difficult to make sense of) it’s tempting to want to fix them, to pus them back into a form that’s familiar. This is the way of complaint, of resentment, of dissatisfaction, of judgement.
And it locates all the responsibility far away from you.
But maybe what’s happened is you’re not like you used to be.
If you were prepared to entertain the possibility that you’re the one who’s different now – that you’ve developed or grown or shifted in some way, or maybe that you’ve momentarily lost touch with something that used to be important to you – what would it open up to you?
Maybe a new kind of curiosity. Perhaps a new kind of acceptance. And maybe some new ways of engaging with what is rather than an outdated idea of what ought to be.