Do we ever get used to change? I’ve had 23 years of it and yet as I stare down the barrel of one of my biggest changes to date I can’t seem to shake that niggly, anxious feeling. Like i’d rather a year under my bed covers with Mum bringing me toast than said change.
Under ‘normal circumstances’ I would never say I disliked change. Disliking change was reserved for those loser Gen X-ers still living at home.
But now that I think about it, I haven’t reacted particularly positively to changes recently. Example: I ignored my Dad for 2 months last year when he emailed me in New York to say he was moving out of our house (I was in New York, why did I care?!).
So I’m trying to figure out ways to better embrace change, particularly positive ones like the current. Perhaps I should forget the idea of ‘normal circumstances’ accept life as consistently transient (which it is!). Easier said than done.