(Image source : Pinterest. Quote by Deepak Chopra)
Change is scary, yet inevitable. If we do not change, we become fossilised, petrified by fear. The longer we resist Change, the more the fear of the unknown grips us, until we become immobilised, well and truly stuck, and then that spectre looms ever larger and more terrifying.
It’s natural to be afraid of Change. We like to live in our comfort zone, (who doesn’t?), where things are familiar and routines are well established. Where we know where we stand and what’s expected of us. Where we know that if we do this, the outcome will be this, and if we do that, the outcome will be that. We know what we are allowed or not allowed to do, and we stay within the lines and use the colours we’ve been given.
Change can creep up on us like a thief in the night, surreptitiously and inconspicuously. If we catch the signs early enough, we can deal with it quite easily. But Change can also be a wild, untamed beast that thunders in, knocks us sideways and shakes up our nicely ordered snowglobe lives, turning everything we know and love and are comfortable with, upside down. Tossing us out of our lifeboats, into the churning waves, until we either sink, or learn to swim really quickly.
Great Changes happen every so often to every one of us. These are usually milestones like getting married, buying a home, having a baby, getting divorced, losing a loved one, death and bereavement. We can either shirk from Change when it happens, or we can choose to confront it squarely face to face.
For the last 6 years, my ex and I have faced tremendous Changes in our lives here in Australia. Life has most definitely NOT been a bed of roses. No, in fact, upon looking back, I can safely say that all we’ve done is lurch from one calamity to the next, one financial problem to the other. We’ve just been trying to fill in all these great big holes in the ground, throwing all our money in, trying to stem the financial haemorrhage that seems to be an Australian thing.
It’s been one long juggling act, a hard slog for little or no return. And now we’re about to lose the roof over our heads, unless we sell up faster than the bank can take it from us.
So yes, the threat of losing our home is a really terrifying prospect. But, in retrospect, it’s been coming for a year now, we’ve tried everything in the book to haul our asses out of the quicksand, but what little help we’ve gotten has been like slapping a plaster over an amputation, or simply arriving a year too late.
Now that the house is on the market, I actually feel relieved that this Great Change is finally here. Now we know what avenues are definitely closed to us, and what other options are open. Now we can look beyond the tiny window we’d placed ourselves into by our own complacency, and see the broad vista of opportunities that are presenting themselves.
I love our house, it’s been Home for the last 6 years. I really believed that, after moving house 22 times in 46 years, and changing countries 6 times, that this was IT. A permanent base from which to live out the rest of our lives. But obviously, Destiny has other ideas.
So, time to saddle up once more. Time to jettison all excess baggage and travel light. It’s Change, and it’s scary, yet exciting at the same time. Bring it on!
We can downsize, rent here in Australia or in another country. We can pack up and travel. My ex and I are separated but remain good friends, and we could find a place to share together, or go our separate ways.
We can go anywhere from here.