adviceVirginia Hart2 Comments

I'd like to think of myself as someone who deals well with change. Since leaving home at 13, I've had ten different bedrooms not including the ones at my parents'. I started off on a rural farm in West Virginia and now live in one of the busiest cities in the world. I must process change pretty well by now, right? Not exactly.

My family is going through a time of transition. One of my brothers & his crew are moving to North Carolina. My other brother is expecting a baby any day. My parents' loft is officially on the market. And who knows what's in store for Patrick/me this next year. Heck...even this little blog of mine will be changing soon, too. Both my physical & figurative senses of home are being jolted.

Do you ever wish you could press pause on life's remote? Is it scary for you to think that things might never be like they are in this moment again? How can I look forward to & seek so much change, but also feel uneasy by it? And why did I have a dream about spending Christmas alone in Penn Station?!!

As I contemplate & struggle with interruptions of routine and certainty...and as I fret about the unknown...I will remind myself of the above quote. This is normal. This is natural. This is change.

until next time,