I’m not sure what it is about this week, but I’ve been struck with the idea of change. And it should be noted upfront that change and I (generally speaking) aren’t the best of friends. I get anxious at the mere thought, but I always push myself to continue down the path to see what I find. Sometimes I’m struck by how exciting the change seems, and other times it makes me completely…sad.
This week it’s been a mixture of both. Exciting opportunities are definitely on the horizon (!!), but I’m realizing more and more that a chapter will likely end possibly before I’m ready for it to reach the final page. Maybe that’s what happens when you’re in your twenties. Families are moving away from my neighborhood – families that have grown up together. I look at their houses and think about what it must be like to compare what was (a full house complete with parties and lots of comings and goings) to sometimes just parents making the final decision to move on. It’s something that one of my favorite bloggers talked about this week, and it’s something that I know all too well will one day become a reality for me too.
Although a house or a job or a friendship…or anything really…is not always about the tasks completed or the ideas shared, but instead about the people, sometimes it truly is about the place. I still remember the smell of my grandparents home and all of the rooms I used to wander with my cousins when everyone was in town for the summer. I’ll also always remember the house where I grew up until I was 10, as well as my beautiful backyard at my current home. The lunchroom where I currently work is where my dad and I eat every single day. Yes, you read that correctly. My resume states a name of a company as well as tasks performed, but the reality is I work with my dad. It’s one of the true blessings of this season of my life. I know, as much as I loathe the ups and downs of the communications field, I will FOREVER treasure every single day I spend with my dad (and sometimes I admit to myself that I never want this season to end).
I keep thinking this week as I see families moving on and realize that everyone truly grows older, even though we may not think it will happen in this history of ever when we’re little, that life comes and goes in seasons. I hope you take a moment from time to time to enjoy the sunsets on your runs, the sound of laughter that fills the air when you’re with your favorite people, and the presence of those people in the rooms of the place you love.
Life is but a season, and even though you may want this season to end, soak it up and enjoy it while you can.
P.S: I’ve debated for two days about whether to even write this post. But in the interest of blogging what’s on my mind and in my heart, I decided to hit publish. Maybe someone else is feeling the same way too…in which case, we can start a club.