Changes.
So many things written on and about change. Songs, speeches, books, poems. The current campaign is about change. (Who has the "right" change?) I don't actually want to get into politics. Mostly because I don't know what I am talking about and who wants to hear me go one about my political views anyway.
However, change has been the mantra of my life for the past year. And, I have come to realize something about change that seems everyone else has found out already. Change, no matter how amazing, needed, or rewarding it can be always has an element of...how shall I say...
sucktasticness to it!
Yes Sucktasticness! Now don't get me wrong, I am not pouting, or about to give a woe is me speech. Quite the opposite. I think that if this aforementioned word was not part of the process of change, then change would not be, indeed, change. Sure some changes come easier than others, but there is always a certain element of jarring or jerking.
It's the jarring and jerking part that I revel in at the moment. You see I can fake a good game plan and even fake my way through the game for the most part, but when you give yourself over to change faking can no longer happen.
I don't mean that faking won't cut it (though it won't) I mean actually I can't fake it anymore. This is jerky and very jarring to me. Like I said and let me reiterate, I have been a great faker. A magician if you will. However, I just can't do it anymore and it is a tad bit fear and anxiety inducing.
However, I don't mean to talk about myself here. I just want to mention that change is a risky thing, because it means we have to be willing to put to rest, even death, parts of ourselves in order to gain the desired effect of the change. Change can be supremely effective if we allow it to be affective. We must allow this need for change to pierce in to the depths of our being and root around for any straggling piece of betrayal to change.
We must be in one sense open wide as a city gate while at the same time ready to fend off any train of thought that can derail our mission. In a way, we must be like the Israelites in the book of Nehemiah. While they were building the wall with one hand they were holding their swords and ready to defend with the other.
All in all I suppose my rantings come down to this: Change can really happen when we decided to throw all out that can hinder. But be ready that when this decision, followed by action, occurs the storm begins.
May those of us who are in need of change stay steadfast and true to our path. See you on the other side my friends.