I hate changing state. I hate going to sleep, and I hate waking up. I love being awake and I love being asleep. I can stay up all might writing and playing computer games, and I can stay in bed until the afternoon. The movement between the two though – wow.
I hate getting ready but I love doing. It’s the transition, the change, the switching subject matter, the going shopping and cleaning up after a meal, the ironing and washing of my clothes, the saying hello and wishing goodbye. It’s not like I dislike change – after all, variety is the spice of life – but changing pace is difficult.