The Winds of Change Are Blowing My Skirt Up

Written by Deb

This may seem extremely hard to believe, but I am a person with many faults. As in, LOTS.  And what’s worse is that I am aware of them! There really is something to be said for that whole “ignorance is bliss” thing.

Anyway, today I am showcasing just one of those pesky faults of mine, and boy, is it a doozy. Drumroll, please…

I don’t handle change very well. No, I am not wording that correctly. I do okay with the changes in my life. In fact, I look forward to them. I find the good ones exhilarating, the bad ones, educational, and those in between are simply various shades of wonderful.

However, what I do not actually handle well is that time from when the old has ended and the new has begun. That time when the actual change is taking place. The transformative zone, if you will.

Whether I am waiting to find out if the loan for the new house has been approved, or if Moody Teen made the varsity swim team, or even what my new shade of hair color will look like dry, I get crazy. I just want to know, already! I just want it done. So I can start my newly changed life, whatever it may be.

I used to think it was simply impatience, but now I suspect it is something more. It is a lack of faith and a need for control. Not good. I am always trying to take a proverbial peek at life post-change and see if I might need to get involved in its birth… You know, in case God needs a hand.

So for today, I am going to just go with it. Lucky for me, this is a day with little change on the agenda. Or then again, if I let go and open myself up to anything, I might have a brand new outlook and a bold new attitude. Now that, my friends, is change I can believe in.