I don’t know if I’ve talked about this topic before, but what the hell, we’ll discuss it anyway.
Change . . . that little word that strikes fear into the hearts of men and women. You’d think the word was Voldemort. I don’t understand why people freak out about change. Change is good. It’s a great thing. Why? Because in order to succeed in life and the things you want to do, change is required, for without change, you’re left standing, stagnant, plateaued. Who wants that? I mean, if you’re truly happy going nowhere in life, more power to you, but I for one don’t want to be stuck in any aspect of the last five years. That includes the present. I’m not quite where I want to be just yet, so I must force change to get there.
Now, did I embrace the change that put me in that place five years ago? Hell no! I went into a downward spiral to the well of depression, and let me tell you, as evidenced on this blog, it took me a long damn time to pull myself out of that well. But, I only did so when I was ready. People tried to help me; some just knocked me right back down when I’d have a day of feeling good (rare, at best, and those people are no longer in my life). Others, however, were there listening, supporting, nurturing . . . just like I am to a friend in need. Those are the friends I cherish.
Once I got through that bullshit and started taking care of my health issues, it lead to what I call the metamorphosis, the act of being reborn into something better, something greater than I was before. This is the change I’m talking about. When you start getting your life back on track, things start happening for the better. That doesn’t mean there won’t ever be minor setbacks, but if you plod through the obstacles, good things happen as change continues to take place. For me, as my health improved, I was able to work again. It started as part time, and for a year, but a start was all I needed because it gave me that lift in confidence again, and self-worth. I applied for other jobs throughout that year and nothing came out of it, until last September. That’s when I applied and interviewed for the job I have now, the job I’ve wanted for some time. Without that confidence building and self-worth provided me by the other job and other things I’d been doing, I would have failed that interview miserably.
But this isn’t the end of my change. I have a publishing company to grow, and books to write and publish. I have a legacy to build. Who the fuck I’m leaving it to, I have no idea, but I’m sure I’ll think of something. 😉
Embrace change, my darling minions. You’ll be all the better for it. Trust Auntie Jinxie.