The story of transformation is powerful. Progressing from our past into our future. From what we used to be into what we are now....or what we can become tomorrow. Leaving behind old things, things that are worn out and no longer need to be a part of our lives......and moving ahead into the new.
Being open, honest, and making one’s self available to change is a moment in our lives that won’t soon be forgotten. The very blip of time in which we signal to ourselves that it’s okay to be different....better....than yesterday. The moment in our lives that we realize how our former attitudes sucked the life out of us and that the old way of doing business was leading us down a road that led to nowhere.
Yes, there is something quite powerful about that split-second of time in each one of our lives when it all comes together in our heads.....and when our heads align with our hearts. It is then....only then....that we can move forward. Until then, we are bogged down....backwards.....even fighting a dark sort of internal battle. And after that, we begin to feel better. Happier. Like a weight has been lifted. We’ve all been there. And we’ll probably be there again. But looking for....actually even expecting.....those moments creates an atmosphere of possibility. That there may actually be hope for us. For tomorrow. That there is at least the most remote chance that we don’t have to continue to react the same way we always have. That we don’t have to be the same person that we’ve become quite comfortable being.
The story of change seems to give us permission to say NO to the old and YES to the new. It’s so easy to get complacent....and used to....having the same reactions to past troubles rather than to have fresh new responses to each day. No, I haven’t arrived. Nor do I honestly expect to. But the road looks differently than it used to. It feels better. And I’m glad that I’m on this path, on this journey, rather than on one of the many others that I could be walking.
I can’t imagine getting to the end of this thing we call life and having made the same choices at age 80 that I made at age 18. I think it’s time to refuse to play games that just can’t be won and to instead focus our energies on a more positive time of life. A time of life that points back to the old days and the less-than-stellar choices -- and points ahead to living the second part of my life differently. More honestly. More in balance. Treating others better than I have in my past. And giving myself permission to add to this world rather than take away from it.