was change really so hard, she wondered out loud
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been watching a tree outside my bedroom window slowing get its new leaves, changing from a bare silhouette, into a mass of soft green leaves. The weather is warm, and it gives a hint of the long hot summer ahead. Watching this new growth has made me contemplate change, what it means to me, how there is no escaping change. Just like that tree, changing, growing new leaves, we constantly experience change in our lives, times of growth, times of stagnation, times of joy and times of pain.
Although, life mostly seems pretty unpredictable, change is the one constant. I don’t know too many people that don’t find change stressful, even the good changes in life can prove a challenge. Inevitable, sooner rather than later one is faced with some sort of change.
My husband was saying just the other day how much he is battling with the changes in our children. The changes aren’t bad; we are blessed with wonderful children, who are growing into fine people, we are very proud of them. Just thinking about the day when they will leave home is sad, we have both enjoyed the day-to-day job of being parents.
When I look at my parents and see the wrinkles now etched on their faces or hear about their health problems, I realise that soon that phase of my life will change forever.
I’ve always enjoyed new challenges and have prided myself on being quiet adaptable – but lately the changes that seem to loom do not seem to be easy ones. I’m just glad that I have a bit of life experience to get me through them, to be able to step into this new season of life.
the smell of the jasmine - was intoxicating
Today I turn 45, another change - Finally, I think i'm okay with being in the 40's, my skin is fitting a lot better than it did a few years ago and its not just the filling it out better part either, getting older doesn't seem to be so bad after all.
this was waiting for me on my arrival home from work - my husband had made me an easle out of an old door frame he salvage from the rubbish damp - I'm feeling better damn lucky right now. Oh, if you look carefully behind the easle you can see the cupboard he made for me - out of old facade boards he picked up outside a house that was under going renovations.
Here is a link to a story about the organisation that I work for -
Women in a savings group - photo credit SaveAct