If you study me without talking to me, you might think that I’m such a creature of habit that I don’t like change. If, however, you really get to know me, you’ll know that I embrace change readily. I question everything. I seek out alternatives. I weigh pros and cons and choose the option that makes the most sense. Most of the time, I’m a catalyst for change and I like being that way. That said, I have a lot of practice with experiencing and causing change all around me.
What I have noticed is that most people don’t seem to like change at all. I’ve had numerous occasions at work and in my personal life where the idea of introducing change brings out the worst in people. They are scared of it or something. Most of the time change is usually made for the better. People seem to be inflexible for the most part, and that frustrates me. Frustrates me to no end.
I have recently experienced some major changes in my life. Changes that I did not cause, and did not want to experience. It wasn’t like I was presented options, thought about it, and decided on one. This change was forced upon me and it wasn’t for the better. But I think that I have done a pretty good job accepting it, healing, and moving on.
One thing that it has done is to force me to reevaluate my life and make some major changes myself. I’ve been going out on a limb lately quite a bit. Sometimes just to stir things up and force me to experience things I wouldn’t otherwise experience before these changes came along and messed up my life. One of the things that I’ve decided to do is to uproot from my previous life as a whole and transplant myself in a completely new environment.
I’m living in the city, for the first time ever, in the funkiest part of town possible. I know I can handle it, although it intimidates me (I just hope my cat is as accepting of the differences). The transition is not yet complete, but I have already made it mentally in full. The prospects are huge. The future is uncertain. I can’t wait to experience this change.