Sometimes, change is easy It feels like trying on a new pair of shoes from a favorite department store If the change feels good and fits, you move forward You wear change like a badge of honor, a personal achievement Then, feeling accomplished and joyful, with your chin raised a little higher, you let change enrich your spirit, a necessary transfusion to the soul
Sometimes, change is ugly It feels like sticking bare feet into a thickΒ Β mud and wondering why there is resistance You swing wildly at the fear, as if there was actually someone there The possibility of change turns you into the victim and the aggressor, fighting tooth and nail to protect the now Then, spent and weary, when your defenses are low, you let change break through, like water overflowing a dam