I’m going through changes. Not exactly the kind of changes that Ozzy sang about, but changes nonetheless.
Driving to work this morning and sitting in the traffic jam that is ubiquitous to the region, I started to think about the many things changing in my life. I am moving into a new place at the end of the month, a close friend is moving to a new town, I have a lot of unknowns in my career path, and I have been starting to look at some things through new lenses. At this point in my drive, I’m starting to see that my car may be one of the few constant things in my life. Thankfully, ‘he’s’ still extremely reliable.
I don’t dislike change. I’m not the type to embrace it, but I certainly don’t resist it either. I more or less accept that very little in this life is constant. Isn’t that what they teach in Sunday school? A simple message maybe, but definitely complicated in its practice.
Driving in the slow line up of cars has me shifting from first to third, only to gear back down to first. Life is a lot like driving in a traffic jam. Just when you think you are getting somewhere and accelerating at a comfortable pace, you arrive at a roadblock, forcing you to put the clutch in and shift down. Change can be a roadblock, but wouldn’t it be easier to respond to it, rather than react to it?
I’m still pondering what effect the changes will have on my life and I think I’m okay by taking it one day at a time, one class at a time, or one traffic jam at a time. Maintaining a positive perspective in the midst of change is more important than trying to sort everything out immediately.
Turning the corner on the final stretch to work, Good Life by OneRepublic comes on the radio. Smiling, I start to sing along:
Sometimes there’s airplanes I can’t jump out
Sometimes there’s bullshit that don’t work now
We are god of stories but please tell me
What there is to complain about
When you’re happy like a fool
Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in
Oh, this is gonna be a good life,
This has gotta be a good life,
This could really be a good life, a good life
Oh, this feeling that you can’t fight…
As I pull into my parking spot, I think to myself; there’s a lot of hope in change.
New Roads 