Destination: Change Town

There are some mornings you just want to freeze because you know that after today,
even though you may be perfectly happy with the equilibrium you've found yourself in
(while it only may have lasted a week and felt like a lifetime),
is actually going to change - whether you like it or not.

Let's say you're going to like it, a lot, but change, is, scary.

Scary like the split second you turn off the last light in the house,
and even though you are sure you've memorised the layout of every single stick of furniture in the room,
once it's dark you step gingerly, holding your breath, unsure of what's in front of you,
waiting to stub your toe on the one hand,
and confident you can make your way safely from the bathroom back to your bedroom safely, on the other.

And change is good, and I loathe change.

The energy it takes to change the fear of uncertainty into the excitement of anticipation is epic, and can be exhausting.
But, without it, change that is, none of us would be where we are today;
reading this on the internets without the fear of being eaten by a T-Rex if we let our guard down while doing so.

Change means mixing it up.
Disrupting that safe routine.
Challenging what you do/know/feel.
And while I just want to freeze this morning so I don't have to do any of that,
change means progress.

And we can't get older (and wiser) without it.

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