Many of us – and seemingly everyone in Washington, D.C. – always talks about how hard change is, that it doesn’t come easy, that none of us like change, that it can take decades.
Baby children, who travel without encumbrances, and who are learning, experimenting and practicing every minute, don’t have trouble changing. They see what works and what doesn’t and shift accordingly. And they are always willing to try.
I change fast in some areas, not in others. I can change my mind and my action plan a bunch of times during the day. Changing the furniture around in the living room or bedroom? Basically never. Though I have fun changing – subtracting and adding – all over the house for holidays and seasons, and always to add beauty.
Sometimes I’ll buy a new sweater or jacket – and not wear it for as much as a year – though I’ve bought it because it was just right, and I claimed it and / or it claimed me. That’s usually because I haven’t taken the time to figure out what it works with. Then when I do, I might wear it 3 or 4 times in a couple of weeks.
Lately, I’ve been changing in the area of letting go. I used the carpet cleaning time, for instance, to put some things away, to clean out the books on the coffee table, to add to the FreeStore bag in the garage, and to pass items on to friends that they’ve admired.
And I’ve just cleaned out the beautiful bowls full of crystals and stones that have been all around the house. I’ve washed the bowls and washed the stones, which are sitting on towels in the kitchen drying. Later on, many of them will find their way to new homes, either in my house, or in someone else’s.
Definitely feels like time for change here. And I am affirming that Change is Fun, that All of Life is Effortless and Delightful.