This blog post was prompted by Capital Mom and her “Monday Moments” project. This Monday’s theme is “change.”
By the time I was nine I had lived in three different provinces and spent a year overseas. These were exciting, positive years. And I think that’s why the word change is ingrained in me as an exciting and positive thing.
As child, I didn’t have any control over these changes. And most research will tell that change is easier when you can have some control over it — that it’s not thrust upon you. That, in the very least, you can have some influence over what shape or form it will take.
But I’m not so sure about that. While I can say that I love change, and spend my dreaming hours thinking of future changes, I have to admit that change is really hard on me. Not the actual change in and of itself. Rather, it’s the work required to get to that point of change.
There are just so many choices in life … how does one pick the right change? Now, that is hard.
The choices can plague me. My mind will spin around in cycle after cycle, without ever coming to a clean stop. Always wondering what outcome will one change bring versus another. Or how will this change not only affect me, but others around me. It’s exhausting.
And that’s how some people end up sitting still, I think. Never changing. The responsibility for a change wears heavy on the mind and the body. And right now, for me, sitting still sounds rather lovely.
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