Of course that's the name of the game. Everything is subject to change. Every little change, alters my world.
Yesterday, Ed and I went a bought a Lane hope chest. We saw it at Goodwill on Saturday. He did some research on the brand. When I got home from work we went and got it. Last night, as it sat at the end of our bed, we started to hear a banging noise. It sounded like a ball hitting our house right outside. Turns out it was our cat walking on the top of that chest.
Apparently the lid is not quite seated and as she walked around it was banging down. Hmm. It made me think about other changes. The banging of that chest was clear, the discord caused by other change is not quite as clear. Oh, it's there, but under the surface.
The staff and population at work has changed significantly and with it the atmosphere. The feeling of the place. These days, I'm not so jolly heading there. I still love my work, but it sucks the life out of me these days.
One event can change a relationship irreparably. One word, one wrong turn can change your life.
Change is inevitable. Change can be good. Change is also hard. It's hard on a spiritual level. Indiscernible at times. Something is off, just can't put my finger on it. The days of jumping out of bed at 4 am are gone. Today I'm dragging myself out of bed around 7 and dawdling as long as I can.
I guess I'll go get myself pulled together for another day. Nobody knows where a day will take them. Hoping for a good outcome. Fantasizing the freedom to walk through change and grow from it.