Change happens. It can be sudden and
unforeseen. It can be anticipated yet still feel unexpected. Or it can be
planned and strategic. Regardless of how it arrives, change is never
effortless.
In December, I experienced an
unexpected and sudden change. In the initial shock, the one thing I was
determined to maintain was my morning habit of getting some kind of exercise or
movement. As my situation evolved, I noticed other subtle shifts in my days. Better
sleep, more intentional nutrition.
January arrived, and decisions were
made. I wanted to continue my two volunteer activities and spend more time with
my mother. I also cherished rest. As I move through the stages of grief, I have
prioritized my spiritual well‑being. While I do not succeed in all of these areas
all the time (except visiting my mother once a month), I do not beat myself up
for falling short.
My days have settled into a pattern
of routine. I am the master of my calendar and my time. While some appointments
are fixed, everything else fits around the availability I choose. In many ways,
time has slowed down. There are still moments of stress, but overall, my life
is peaceful.
Change can be traumatic, or it can
be a cause for celebration. Either way, it is inevitable.
