Categories: life
Tags: change
Date: 31 October 2007 00:18:43
Anyone who's heard the jokes about methodists (and churches generally) and change not being a good thing will probably laugh at the theme of this post. But yes, I admit it, I don't "do change" very well. There, I said it. And its nothing to do with the denomination I label myself as.
Yes, there is some change which is better than others, and at the same time people will say a change is as good as a rest, and thinking of it that way, any change, in the way you live or approach things, has to be a good thing right? Well that may be, but even if the changes are good, and something to look forward to, I often find myself resisting them. I will suddenly see all the problems with the new situation, and worry about all the possible problems before they occur (and yes, I'm a bit of a worrier too!). I like the comfort of what I'm used to, the places and people I know, and the unknown is daunting.
I don't know that there's a way around this, partly its just me, and I have to accept that and not be too hard on myself. But partly, one of the ways of dealing with these fears (for maybe thats what they are) is facing them head on. In my time in Swansea I've moved house many times, I've gone through different courses and now work, had friends leave and new ones arrive, and I've still lived to tell the tale. And also, in times of change (even seemingly minor changes) what keeps me going are the things which remain constant. The people who are always there no matter what, that I can rely on, and which will be the same before and after all the upheaval. The things I strive for, and the things I believe in. These are things nothing can change.