How do you handle change? Are you ok with it or does it unsettle you and put you adrift?
It's funny how as I have gotten older, I am much more OK with change than when I was a younger woman. When I was younger, change threw me for a loop. The thought of moving out of my normal routine shook me. It irritated me. It made me very stressed. Basically, I was a mess when change was in the air. I would even prefer to be in a situation that was not rewarding rather than go through the uncertainty of change.
After a lot of soul searching...
I realized that my aversion to change comes from the piece of me that likes and depends on anchors. I grew up in one house, in one town, in a community that did not have a lot of turnover in population. Most of my family actually still lives in the same general area. Many of the kids I grew up with and graduated high school with were also my classmates in kindergarten. Many of them are still in same small town. These things all created consistency. The idea of having some constants in life created a sense of stability for me - it created anchors.
As the years have passed, and I have been put in situations that required me to move and go through life changes, I am much more OK with the idea of change. In fact, in many ways I welcome it. I realize how much opportunity it can bring and how much growth happens. In the change I learn about myself and expand who I am.
Change was hard...
At first the constant change was very difficult for me. It left me feeling like I was drifting with no anchors to keep me from floating out to sea - and I am not a water person. As we made each move as my husband climbed the corporate ladder, I felt up-rooted and plopped into a new body of water, trying to find a place to drop anchor. Many times the water felt too deep.
I let out my line, but held anchor...
But,I learned to let out my anchor and hold to the things that give me stability and the things that will never leave me or let drift aimlessly in the currents. Even though I am not close in proximity to my family at this time in life, they are still my anchor. My faith gives me a place to dock and find peace. My beautiful daughters are the line that can never be cut or too short to hold me fast. In my willingness to hold fast to my anchors but enjoy the journey in the different waters of life has opened my eyes to how big and how wonderful the world truly is. It has also allowed and afforded me opportunities and relationships that I never would have experienced had I resisted the winds of change.
Honestly, I still long for home. That will never change for me. But until I can be back, know that I am still anchored, it's just that the anchor line is let out a bit farther for now.
How do you handle change? Do you feel lost at sea or do you find a place to drop anchor?