Change is not exactly my forte. In fact, it takes me a long time to even decide if I want to change the lock screen on my phone. Rearranging my bedroom? Folks, that takes deep consideration. It was over half a decade ago that I started parting my hair on the side instead of pulling it straight back and that’s the only “major” physical change I’ve chosen in the same amount of time. (Other than braces and glasses – both necessities.)
So when it comes to changes I can’t control? Changes that are an every-day part of a twenty-somethings life? Those, well, they can be tough. Exciting, fantastic, happy-dance-worthy, but still tough.
And it takes me a while to figure out how to shift and stack and rearrange my life so the changes make sense.
Changes are also rather tiring.
But do you know what? Changes are good. Like, downright, all questions answered, good. Not all of them, but a lot of them. They make me move forward. They make me grow. They add excitement. And, when we really stop to think about it, a huge part of life is about change. What would life be like without change? Well, in all reality it wouldn’t go on very long. Because if there wasn’t change we’d all stay newborns and the world can’t function if everything on the face of the earth is newborn.
This year has been one full of change – and whimsical memories cushioning the change. (Like when my family randomly went into town for supper at Arby’s at midnight and then after getting home we girls played hide-and-seek in my room with the “seeker” having their eyes closed. Yes, a lot of crashing ensued.)
This year has, in many ways, been a year of change for me. But do you know what? Change is healthy. And fairly exhilarating. And freaky and scary and oh-my-lands-what-is-happening-now. But in the end, change is exciting.
And, despite what I sometimes think….
Change is beautiful.