Turn and Face the Strange

A friend that I made here in San Francisco, just moved to New York last week.  Understandably, she was pretty nervous/excited/terrified about moving across the country.  This led me to reflect on my own trans-continental move, and the changes my life has taken on in the past ten months.  Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with those reflections.  I will though, share with you an excerpt of  a something my friend posted on facebook: her mom’s blog post about her big move/the inevitable changes we encounter in life, because, well, I think it’s pretty awesome, and I wish my mom gave advice like this:

Moving – to a new city, a new apartment, a new life – represents, to me, the unstoppable changes that occur in this human existence. We change jobs, cars, doctors, favorite foods, significant others, perfumes, beliefs, hair color, friends. We have a favorite author and devour all of her books, then open to someone else’s words and purview of life; we follow a beloved teacher, leader, or band, and then leave them to adore someone new. Like seasons, we pass from one variation of ourselves to another, never leaving the core of who we are, but shedding, growing, and creating our form over and over again.

Change demands courage, demands faith, and a sense that all will be right, even if everything is different…Many people are petrified to enter the unknown, even though it is inevitable to stand at the edge of a place we have never been.

She’s right.  Changes are inevitable, daunting, and sometimes sad.  But change also opens up the pathway to better, more fulfilling opportunities as well. Sometimes though, I wish it didn’t take so long to discover those pathways.