Change. It’s the one thing that we all have in common. It’s the very thing that either pulls us together, or tears us apart.
Change is inevitable and uncontrollable. The only thing we can do is secure any loose items, hang on to the handle bars, and remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop… or slows down enough for you to tuck and roll and get the hell out of there! Either way, it’s usually better to adapt to change than to try to stop it. Trying to stop it would be like trying to paddle a raft up stream on the Amazon River. It’s just not going to happen. You’re arms will cramp up and you’ll probably get eaten by snakes and piranhas in the process. Not a great plan of action…. not to mention very messy.
Change brings ups and downs and both are necessary. You can’t go way up high without experiencing the lows…. and what go up, must come down.
Mid 2014 to mid 2016 was on the low end for me. I was living in Georgia at the time. In the two years I lived there I had three different jobs, three different apartments, I went into debt, drained my savings, and was battling with myself about whether I was doing what I was made to do in life.
Gosh. It was a tough two years. I did a lot of growing. I think my skin got a little tougher, maybe with a few new wrinkles. I got a little smarter and a little wiser. I made some great friends, but I probably made some great enemies. Yes, there were a few highlights and a handful of people I met in GA that I still hold dear to my heart. I also met my boyfriend while I was in GA. He is one of the silver linings. Though those two years were my lowest of lows, they propelled me into the beginning of a major upswing.
I moved to Illinois back in May. At that point, my life was not secured, I wasn’t hanging on, nor was I sitting down and I was thrown for a loop! I’m just now getting myself together. I’m finding a routine in my new environment, the dust is settling, and I finally bought a hair brush. I mean, if my life can’t be tamed, at least my hair will be!
I keep wanting to find a comfortable groove, but I keep wondering if that is what change is really about? If it propels us into greater versions of ourselves, then is finding a comfort zone a smart move? I think welcoming change and the challenges it brings… good or bad… is SO vital.
Life isn’t about becoming comfortable with what changes may come, but becoming comfortable with change itself.