There's this tree on my street that every time I pass it I want to stop and take a picture of it. It's been changing colors quite obnoxiously. Currently, it is bright red. It changed like a rainbow from bright green to orange and now it's crimson. It's the tree on my street that not only says autumn is here, summer is gone, enjoy it... It SCREAMS change. It epitomizes my thought that change is obnoxious.
And so it is. I wish I could pride myself on the fact that I embrace change, but I don't. The comfort that comes from knowing. The comfort from the routines i've been a part of brings peace to my mind. Change is hard. Change is obnoxious. And uncomfortable. But it is good. And beautiful. And necessary. And it brings a sort of death to things that need to die and allows for a rebirth, regrowth, life. So bring it on. Plus, winter means ski season. And a couple months closer to marriage!
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