It’s a tiny one-syllable word that makes such an impact. CHANGE. Google defines change as a verb meaning make or become different. As a noun, change is simply the act or instance of making or becoming different.
Change doesn’t seem like it should be such a loaded word. Yet it is. Why do we get so twisted over change? Long ago and far away, I know I have uttered the oft-repeated phrase of woe, “Too much change.” Is there such a thing?
Did folks in the 1800s sit around wringing their hands lamenting, “I don’t like change”? Or was change simply accepted as a way of life, the norm?
We certainly have elected the last two presidents because they promised change. We obviously want change. We are just so fickle.
“Did you change your hair? I love it!” (Good change.)
“Another change of address? You moved again?” (Change too frequently? Some people don’t like it.)
Sometimes change is thrust upon us. That is the kicker. If you hate your job and are looking for a change, you get kudos for making the break and venturing into the great unknown or taking a new position. If you get let go from your job, that could be an unwanted change.
Yet how many people go on to better things when they have been forced into a change? Perhaps our issue is not so much with change, but with control. We want to control how and when things become different.
I love getting my haircut but if someone came in the middle of the night and chopped off my hair, that change would not be so welcome. I want to be the boss of the change to my hair. And honestly, my life.
I like change. Yet it I’m honest, I admit that I want it when I want it and how I want it. How about you?
We all learn to roll with change. One of my sons went far away to college. That was a huge change for me. The other son stayed close to home for school. Now both graduated, older son has moved back near me and younger son has moved to Denver. That was a surprise change and yes I cried, and yet, all is well. I see him almost once a month.
Most changes we learn to handle. The biggees are disease and death, and even with those changes it is up to us to decide how we will deal. Sometimes we do not get to choose the change that makes our life different, but those are not the majority.
Most of the time we can make changes, good wonderful changes, and we are too chicken. We stay when we really want to go. We stay in the job, the relationship, the house. We think it’s easier. We think the alternative – the unknown – is somehow better. Different can be amazing.
I’m proud of my sons. Firstborn followed his heart to go to Arizona. Secondborn wanted to explore and was open to jobs all over. Colorado certainly isn’t too shabby.
Perhaps this musing is just a reminder to myself. Be open to change. Welcome it. Seek it. Making something different holds all kinds of possibilities. Live in a state of awe and wonder. Change just is. It’s not “bad” or “good.” It’s just life. We age, we grow, we learn. We don’t want to stagnate. We want to change. We adapt. We humans are very resilient adaptable powerful creative beings.
So if you have an opportunity for change, or it is plopped upon you, don’t despair. It’s just a shift and a chance to expand. Oh, that feels good. I hope it does for you too.
(Let me know your opinions on change.)