Give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
~ Serenity Prayer
Inevitable change. Change. Is good. A necessary verb. To do. To change. Metamorphize. I watched a cocoon become a butterfly this summer. Change.
My fear of change is trite. By and large, who doesn’t fear change? But there is a fine line between fear and paralysis. And sometimes I am paralyzed in my fear of change. I can’t make the necessary decisions fast enough to compete with time, and I find myself facing another long winter alone, another year in a bad relationship, or another day in this soul-sucking routine … another …
The Universe around me will change though. And like it or not, I will be forced to choose something. Forced change. It is easier to pull off the Band-Aid quickly, yourself, rather than to have someone else slowly remove it. But in my paralysis, time often laps me and I find myself running in last place against all forces of change. And the winner chooses for everyone.
But this time, I am winning the race against time. I am changing what I can and letting go of what I can’t. Letting Go, long lost cousin to Change. Change for me involves a certain amount of letting go to make room for what I know. Intuitively.
This is where faith comes in. To proceed on the assumption that the unknowns will reveal themselves and that there is nothing to fear is the ultimate test of faith. The ultimate leap. And one that is scary to take. But take it I must and proceed in the face of fear. With faith.
I am leaping into a brave, new world where I initiate change, where I take the driver’s seat. I choose to see the world differently. I choose to see myself differently. I choose to embrace change and let the Universe facilitate, not force, my choices. Initiative. Takes a certain brash panache.
I choose love. I choose light. I choose to see the best in the world around me. In myself. I choose to let go of those constructs that don’t suit the higher image I have of myself. I choose to let go of the density that keeps me bound in this skin. I choose light, to be light.
Becoming a butterfly,
CCC