Change is Hard
That picture right there up top, that's a photo of where I live in Sicily. I don't happen to be there at the moment and I'm really missing that calm sea and those year-round blue skies. Outside my current window is a very grey, very quiet, and very cold city: Berlin. This is a new city for me that I happen to be getting to know in a time of COVID lockdown. I'm not here forever, I'll head back to Sicily in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, my boyfriend and I are apartment hunting, he's starting a new job, and we're both mostly indoors in a very, very small hotel apartment.
It is tough. Change is hard.
This time has offered me an opportunity to reflect on how we get better at embracing change. Whether we are trying to change small habits (Everyday seven-minute workouts? Reading more before bed? Sitting up straighter?) or we are changing our everyday environments (New house? New job? New country?) it takes practice. And it's not all easy.
I've moved homes 16 times in 15 years and settled into new geographic locations 11 out of those 16 times. For awhile after college I worked seasonally and each time fall would creep in, I started getting this itch. In the beginning, it was a lot like a chicken pox itch (unbearable): now what, what's next, and then? Wait, where will I go, what will I do? Every single "what if?" crossed my mind.
Now when a transition sets in, the itch is more like day two of a sunburn and I've learned from the past what will tame it (Aloe. Straight from the plant). The "what ifs" are full of possibility not panic. I've had so much practice making change, that I'm able to look back from where I'm still standing and acknowledge what was hard, what was great, and what could be even better. (Right now? A little extra space in my apartment for a yoga mat).
This is all to say I'd really love to chat with you about what changes you're going through in your life. Or what changes you'd like to see on the horizon. Say hi, for free, with a clarity call whenever you can!
Sending sunshine,
Henna