I recently saw again the movie Pleasantville. I don’t believe I’ve seen it since it was in the theater.
I know the movie is really about the reason why we need change. I understand the need for change, but I don’t feel that change in and of itself means it’s always good or moving forward.
For me though, this time through, although I have a deeper understanding of the movie, it is hitting on a baser need for me. That would be routine.
Routine is how I tell the days a part, the weekends from the weekdays, and the holidays from the weekends. I need routine to know what to do next and when. I need to be on a schedule where everything has a place and everything is in it’s place.
And yet, in this movie, when change happens, the colors appear. No more black, white, and gray. Life is full of reds, pinks, peaches, yellows, blues, greens, and golds.
So sometimes, when I lose my routine, perhaps it’s for the better. Perhaps there’s a more beautiful night sky, or a more colorful autumn tree, or even more shades of green and gold in a cat’s eye.
If I’m off my rocker and staring at the lovely sky, perhaps my routine has been altered and I’m seeing new shades of blue.
Humor Happens 