Change

Change
Change

As a kid, I used to rearrange my bedroom once a month. With only three pieces of furniture it wasn’t a huge undertaking, but it refreshed my little world. One day my dad came home to find my rug cut into strips and bound together in rolls, neatly stacked on the curb. He wasn’t happy. My sister and I even used to switch rooms every once in a while. A few times we put both beds into the same room, making the other room a giant dressing room. That didn’t last long.

When asked by my high school typing teacher what I wanted to do as a profession, I explained my frustration that I needed to find something that wasn’t boring. I couldn’t imagine doing the same job day in and day out. I went away to college pursuing a degree in accounting. What could be more boring than accounting?! She sold it because as a public accountant, I would be working on different clients, visiting different places all the time. Tax laws change with every administration, keeping things interesting. Which is true. Sort of. A few years later I moved in with my college sweetheart and we were married just after graduation. Two years later, we had a baby and had built a house. Two years later, we had another baby. Then we separated for a few years, during which time I was a single mom (the most difficult job in the world!). After a few years, we reunited. Then we had another baby. My days were filled with the chaos of little kids, while working full time, then part time, then per diem from home, then full time again. In a blink, my oldest said goodbye and went away to college.

Suddenly, it became quiet. The kids are older, not needing wanting to spend any time with me. At first, it was a welcome respite. My spaghetti thoughts started to become a little less tangled. As someone that is forever trying to plan, organize, schedule and maintain order, it was nice to have room to breathe. Room to think.

Until now.

As it turns out, change is practically necessary for survival as a human. When we master a skill, the intrigue and excitement is gone. There’s no more push. We become complacent. Change is how our brain stays in the game and engaged. It’s how we grow.

It seems that the furniture needs some rearranging. My soul is getting restless. It’s time for some unbecoming. It’s time for change. As a couple, we tend to do things in even years. (I also have an odd-year theory with children’s behavior, but both of those topics are a post for another time). Seeing as it’s 2018, we’re due for something big. Bring it on 2018! I'm so ready!