I am perfectly aware that change is part of life.
The world is in constant change, the season's shift dramatically, cold, hot, windy, snow, hail, sunny, rain, everything changes. Waves are in constant movement. Even ones own hairstyle isn't always the same. Babies grow, trees flourish, ponds dry, boys change girls and viceversa.
Earthquakes change our world's axis, Pluto stops being a planet, and even Cats learn to bark.
Even though I am aware of the consistency that change is, and how its such a big part of life, it still always manages to shock me. It stresses me when I have to change cities, or when I need to switch jobs. Change is always so traumatic. Good change or bad change it always manages to shake me in ways I don't like to be shaken.
The latest change I am having to face was something I truly did not expect. Never in a million years could I even begin to imagine a situation like this (and I have a truly bizarre imagination, I've even imagined myself being taken hostage by aquatic vampires wearing pink fluffy slippers) It all happened so out of the blue, and then what I thought was happening wasn't and suddenly I am in this place that I feel good about but at the same time feel like its drowning me. I feel like quicksand has me and all I can do now is wait till I've been swallowed whole.
Was it a mistake? Probably. Do I regret it? Maybe.
But change is inevitable, so might as well go with the flow or break.
Thought I was going to explain myself didn't you???
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