The idea of change is exciting, even invigorating. And it usually becomes that way, when you embrace it and allow yourself to let go and float in the current of it. But in practice, change is not a welcome guest. And yet resisting change never helps anyone, you can’t stop the inevitable but must learn to accept it.
So here I am. Change is upon us. I’ve resisted it for so many years, swam upstream when I knew I would eventually be pulled along by the undertow. But I knew I must come to terms with this change on my own, wrestle with it and all its forms. No one would be able to convince me. Some may call it being stubborn, I call it just being ready to welcome it and its aftermath, being able to invite myself into its presence and submit willingly. Because that willingness is what makes all the difference. I was waiting for the ground to shift under me and to feel the movement rise within me.
And slowly but surely, the ground has begun to tremble, and I feel a stirring as I watch my children grow and the rest of us age. Time is passing. I am still me, but I am no longer who I was. None of us are. I have strived to live each experience to its fullest, to suck out every last bit of life from this chapter of living. I wholeheartedly lived my dream, I really did. We all did.
But dreams are meant to be shared, especially when you have committed to creating a life with someone. And it’s now time for his dream of how a life can be lived to come to fruition, a dream that I will also learn how to make my own – just as he made mine his for so many years. It will become our shared dream, that we build together.
So I hold out my arms, uncurl my fists, and surrender myself to the quickening current, promising myself that all the while I will keep my head above water and look out for the glistening treasures that will surely, but unexpectedly, unveil themselves along the way. I am ready.