Change is scary. Change can be good.
The stories we tell ourselves about change
I’ve been telling myself a story about change these past few months. I’ve been saying things like, change is scary. Uncomfortable. Painful. Overwhelming. Really fucking hard.
And therefore my lived experience has also been that change is really fucking hard.
Which comes first, the lived experience or the story? How does one shape the other?
Maybe I can tell a different story about change. Maybe I can tell a story about change that’s hopeful. Inspiring. Beautiful. Joyful.
Of course not all change is joyful, of course. And maybe sometimes, the stories we tell ourselves about change cause us to make things harder for ourselves than they need to be.
Maybe change isn’t always a long slog through unknown fog. Maybe sometimes, change is simply the way daffodils journey from sprout to bud to bloom.
Even when change feels bad .... in the long run it has brought us to where we are in this moment. I believe we can learn from everything, and if we do that's a positive to take for any experience.