Change is inevitable.

It is what keeps life interesting.

It builds us , it breaks us, it changes us.

We’ve all been there before, a moment where our worlds suddenly change , whether it’s on the horizon, forceable, or sudden.

I’ve feared a lot about change from an early age, it’s scary, it causes my heart rate to increase dramatically, and often times I allow myself to feel worse about it than it actually is.

So when did I start learning to embrace change with somewhat open arms?

Truthfully, it’s a process I’m learning to accept, and I haven’t got there yet.

We all want believe that things will stay good when they’re good, but as many of us know good things do come to an end at some point.

It wasn’t until recently with a death in my family that I faced one of the biggest, hard changes I have yet to experience.

A change that brings grief and sadness is a mountain no one enjoys climbing, but there will be times where that is not our choice to make.

I have found that this change has altered me in ways I didn’t anticipate. My feelings, once mildly calm and collective have become fierce, and often times untamable until due time.

I’ve wanted to fight this, and regain the control I’ve felt I’ve always had, but in this process I’ve pondered the importance of this change and it’s role in my development as a person.

All of this has forced me to recognize myself more.

Who is it that I’m really evolving into?

What drives me?

What is it about this change that frightens me?

The answers are not painted in a pretty portrait to observe, it requires time and dedication to myself that can’t be simply skipped.

Change is a blessing in disguise even it’s darkest forms.

It is a challenge that can transform into triumph.

There is plenty of time in between the moment of change and the moment of acceptance and appreciation to be had, and although we fight to get to that afterthought , the distance it takes to get there is worth a steady walk.