I've spent some time with old photographs lately, particularly ones my husband was in. We have a wonderful community foundation, and a talented intern is putting together biographical videos of some of the people who are memorialized by funds at the foundation.
My son and daughter-in-law and I have shed tears over the story of his life, which I wrote and they tweaked. (I always need a great editor or two.) They've helped assemble the pictures we submitted to the intern. I appreciate her hard work on this, and my kids' help, and I know it will be a wonderful tribute that many people will enjoy watching--even if there are tears.
Life has changed dramatically since his diagnosis in 2009, and death in 2012. We've adapted to a series of changes, found things to be grateful for, taken paths we couldn't have anticipated. Several times when looking through those pictures, I'd stop and look into the eyes of my former self. What an easy life that young woman had.
In my former life, I was a change-resister. I'd dig my heels in and refuse to budge. "But this is the way we've always done it." Goodness! Now when I hear that sentence, I cringe. Now, in fact, I'm likely to do things out of the ordinary in part just because it's different. I'm not sure I would even want to spend time with the "old" me. What a stick-in-the-mud.
More Adaptable Me says:
- Why not let myself date a great guy?
- Why not quit my job and write full time?
- Why not give my cat his own column in my newsletter?
- Why not eat at the restaurant I've never heard of?
- watch the movie?
- listen to the music?
- take the class?
- Why not get my hair cut off super short even though my "signature" look is big cotton ball hair?
I've learned, and likely you have too, there's no guarantee that today's normal will be available tomorrow. Sometimes I take a break from current life and simply ponder change.
- What if I sold my Jeep and lived car-free?
- What if I gave away/sold the few things that survived our big auction and lived with even less?
- What if I moved to another city...state...country?
I think that learning to adapt to change has made me a stronger and happier person.
What about you? Do you avoid change, or try to embrace it?
Was it always that way, or did a life event alter your outlook?
P.S. I hope you like this picture I took last summer, of Queen Anne's lace. It's considered a weed, but I've always thought it lovely. So far, that field is still just a field, but that could change too.
Magdalena Scott writes small town sweet romance novels. Learn about her books, read her blog, subscribe to her newsletter, see her big cotton ball hair, and connect on social media by visiting her website: magdalenascott.com
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