It seems to me that 2008 is going to be a year of change. I believe that 2007 seems to be a year of foundation-making and developing patterns and leaving old ways behind. But 2008 is all about change so far. Change is scary.

So far this year I have, in four months, launched my own business (Epiblogger), started a new job, was pre-approved for a mortgage, and now I am a new uncle. That is a picture of me awkwardly holding my day old neice, Chloe Elizabeth Johnson. Look at all that hair. She’s basically a monster—a poop monster, but she does have all the baby cuteness. Emily, my sister, didn’t have more than 8 strands of hair on her head until she was five. She was a bald monster. Alright, enough about monsters.

I was doing pretty good with the first two changes. New job and new company were exciting. But my ability to cope ended when I was pre-approved. That was like winning at miniature golf and being slapped by a poop monster at the same time. I know, I know, enough with the monsters. It took me a week to get over the initial shock and now it’s just a stress rollercoaster. Can we/can’t we, should we/shouldn’t we, and holy crap what if the market goes to heck in a handbasket?

And then the pretty little Chloe got placed in my arms. You might say that babies are cute and they remind you of goodness and purity and stuff. But not me. I was basically just screaming in my head—AAAAAHHHHHH! There is a baby in my arms and it’s breathing! Again this is one of those moments where I know that babies generally breathe but holding a breathing baby is something completely different. I have only seen Chloe once, so the shock of being Uncle Rhett hasn’t even begun to hit. I imagine it will start to get really weird when she can speak. Although, I do think I will be a cool uncle. However, I still don’t think I am ready for all this change.

But I did find one thing to help me through the hard times… David Bowie.