I am finding that I am not always a big fan of change as I would like to claim to be. I have the fortunate, and sometimes unfortunate, habit of getting comfortable and being happy with where I am. Even if it isn’t where I would love to be in life, I usually find a way to be happy and make a difference. Then when the frequent visitor of change comes to the door, even though I am eager for a new adventure I sometimes want to close the door and dig in my heels. I think it is getting worse with age.
Yes, I welcome change, adventure, starting fresh. But I dread the good-byes. Sometimes I’m not quite ready say good-bye to the things I’m doing, to all the hopes and dreams that could’ve, might’ve happened there. And the people I’ve met.
Then I remind myself I get to take all my hopes and dreams with me. I can keep doing what I love to do. I will meet new people I will most likely love. And I will probably love where ever I go to next. I usually do.
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So you said a lot, but actually you told us nothing! Skip the abstractions and let's hear what's actually going on! :)
amen! very nicely said. i'm the same way
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