Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Isn't life all about change though?
Then why do we never anticipate it, never allow for it, resist it, complain about it, why me dear lord it, and battle it?
My life has been full of changes. I won't pollyanna it by saying they were all good.
Everything I had to let go of had claw marks all over it.
Marriage, for ever and ever amen partnerships, addictions, moving, moving again and again. Daughter estranging herself. Love gone sour. Friendships tanking. Jobs not working out. Children. Babies starting school. Grandchildren growing up and adulting right before my eyes.
I could make lists and lists upon lists.
What brought this on?
Good question: as those professional lying speakers and politicians say (along with "we're taking this very seriously" when you know they're not at all)
Changing my diet, my life plan, my comfort eating, my foodie status. Growing up yet again.
Three days into it.
Radical change. Huge claw marks awaiting peaceful and accepting transition.