I get set in my ways like an old person… habitually cooking the same meals, and planning my calendar the same way. But what happens when something challenges those concretely set patterns. Planes disappear from the sky, buildings fall, people enter your life. Any of these newsworthy, or chronically boring items can shake the otherwise solid ground that we stand on. BFF, you know what I am referring to.
Either for bad or for good, what has entered my life is going to change it. I can feel it. It is forcing me to question some long held ideas, and to answer the question of what I truly want. “Take it slowly”, I can hear you saying, but I may not have control over time or momentum moving around me. Call it fate, or call it pieces of a puzzle that fit together without sitting down at the table. Life can change in a day, either because of an event or a person who walks into your life, or simply because you are forced to think, and to battle your own thoughts.
It was like that when I met you, BFF. Somehow I knew that our differences would make me a learner, and would challenge me and make me a better person. You have been an event in my life; not a rapid fire event, but more like water beating at the land, slowly evolving and softening its edges. Change can be good, and it can be scary. Today, my back that is usually firmly against the wall has softened, and I am ready to see what each new day brings.