Change is inevitable and you can’t escape it, for it is a universal norm.
You don’t choose to change. Change chooses to come to you. And it comes in cycles – around 10 times throughout the span of our lives.
I remember the start of two of my own change cycles, a couple of ordeals that disrupted my life, turning it upside down. They both involved major disappointment, hitting rock bottom, and intense feelings of bottled up anger and helplessness.
I won’t go into the two incidents, because they aren’t inherently important – but they were meant to bring on something crucial: change. They introduced me to facts I had never experienced about life and people. Things I had known, but had been too sheltered to realize on my own. They had to happen to force me out of my cocoon.
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Bringing about change was not a conscious decision. I wasn’t looking to make change – I just underwent it.
I felt compelled by the agony that I was feeling to take stock of my life. Suddenly, I found myself forced to recognize who I was and where I wanted to head. At both times, I felt like it was the end of the world. But in finding myself and my purpose, the changes turned out to be new beginnings, propelling me into a newfound reality, greater than I ever thought possible.
I spent months trying to figure out how to put the scattered pieces of my life back together. My pieces didn’t look familiar to me: they were chipped, bent and corroded. But I believed that as long as I was still alive, there must be something good in store for me. And so, as I was trying to pull those pieces back together, they latched onto each other, creating an entirely new me.
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I acted upon my impulses for the very first time in my life, stepping out of my comfort zone, guided only by faith. Thirsty for challenge, I followed my heart and dove into the unknown. I had nothing to lose at that point.
The change was not radical, it was all about taking one step at a time. Baby steps, then sometimes bigger strides when I felt up for it, then again tiny little baby steps. The first steps were as effortless as sending out one simple email. Then the next steps would spread themselves out based on the responses I’d get, guiding me through the rest, taking me to a place in which I would have never imagined myself, just a few months back.
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Through the pain and turmoil, I learned that I didn’t have to have a well thought out plan for the next few years. It makes you hold a place in your heart for things that refuse to happen the way you had planned, resulting only in disappointment. I also learned to be a juggler, because suddenly I felt like there was so much to learn – so much to catch up on.
I learned to focus on what I wanted to do right now, and then focus on the next thing, and then the next. When I let go of limiting hopes and dreams, marvelous things came rushing in. It was as though the old energy was clearing out for new energy to enter.
I’m still undergoing this change and I’m not sure where it will take me, but I’m not afraid. This is what change is about – letting go of your preconceived notions and embracing life as it comes. Ordeals have forced me to step out of my comfort zone where I had felt numb and stagnant. With a little bit of focus, lots and lots of faith and some discomfort, things are destined to turn around.
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This is change. It is not new. It has always been like this and will continue to be. And that’s perfectly alright.