All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
We are in the season of “change”. I don’t what this will mean, ultimately. But I do know that I can resist change – or ride along with it. It is my choice.
Change is a part of life. To stand still and refuse change is like a child holding his hands over his ears with eyes closed saying, “I can’t hear you – I can’t HEAR YOU! NANNY, NANNY BOO BOO!!!” Ridiculous, right? Unfortunately, the older I get I can honestly say that those things that used to sound appealing and fun – do not entice me anymore. Nor do I like things where I seemingly have no control. Yeah – I’m funny that way.
None of us like to think we are leaving a part of ourselves behind. But in essence this is what we do when we embark on a new adventure. Change. That one word can alter everything. Dying to one life – entering into another. With no control – or at least it feels that way.
After years of doing the same thing – year after year with not much variation in my schedule – I am at long last taking a sabbatical. I do not know how long this will be. Nor do I have any idea where this change will take me – as it most likely will mean a move out of state for us. As we explore opportunities for our “next chapter” I am again reminded of how much I used to love change. “I love change, I love change – yes I do. I really do. I really mean that”
So for all of you out there who are on the cusp of something great – or you simply don’t know where you are heading – but feel the winds of change, I hope that you will not feel alone. There is someone else out there in the blogging community that knows what you’re feeling and going through. Try to find the positive in change. Remember that change brings its own rewards – new friends, new situations to discover, new places to explore – lasting memories and a wonderful opportunity to use gifts you never dreamed you possessed.
Don’t resist it. Go with it. Ride the wave – feel the melancholy, drink it in. And then – finally learn to embrace the impossible.
I am praying for you,