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Oh change. I just got all my plates lined up, had them spinning, balancing. All moving in unison. Even and smooth.
Love. Home. Work. Art. Health.
Then you come along. Sometimes with a thud. The thud of a dead car. A leaking fridge.Or the creeping insecurity that something is shifting, I just don’t know what yet.
I spent a blissful weekend. Outdoors, fresh and feeling alive. Feeling the toxicity of insecurity nearly drained, finally after so many months. Then on Tuesday I open my computer, back to my day job to find that I am being called to London. My post will be affected. I can’t breathe. Finally knowing where the next mortgage payment was coming from, poof. Gone.
Not sure how I will make next months bills. I try to inhale.
On my birthday I sob on a supportive sofa. I am held. You are exactly where you should be. You are young, just starting out. People love you. You will have food in the cupboards. Calm the panic.
And they reassure me, but are honest.
Change will always happen.
There will always be something. When you car won’t start and you have to find mega money. When your kids start to blossom into the world. Those plates will never spin in unison for more than a moment.
Don’t try to anticipate it. Just find and grow your coping muscle. Flex it now, when the support net will catch you. Use this change to find your feet in a time of turbulence. Get used to steadying yourself. Breathing. Living.
You can be light and happy in uncertainty.
You can cope.
The only constant is change.
