Change is Hard (Duh)
This last week or so – the last few days in particular – I’ve found myself humming along with some happy-snappy changes; things like less TV and more good reading material, more exercise and less lethargy, less “ugh, I suck” and more “hey, good job”. Then Monday. Specifically: Monday after supper.
I was on the couch, scrolling through some thing or the other on my iPad, and thinking of a few habits I need to break. Specifically I was pondering picking them back up again. I know – bad idea, right? I knew in the (sometimes) tucked away smart corner of my brain that to be entertaining these thoughts was a Bad Idea. But I let them linger a little bit longer. I tried to reason away the backwards journey I was contemplating embarking on (because that is what I would be doing – taking several steps back).
But then I remembered. This wasn’t some new thing I was experiencing, this beckoning back to old ways as I was embracing something new.
Change can be scary. Change can be tough. And often when I’m closest to finally and fully discarding something for good, the old habit’s siren song of Comfort and Familiarity and Safety ring out all the more. Yet when I follow that particular medley, when I return to my old ways, I end up crashing against the rocks. The siren call is proven to be a song leading not to safety and comfort, but a song leading to danger and destruction.
So far, I’m resisting that siren’s call. I don’t want to be over-confident, saying it’s all done and dusted when it’s not. But I think I’m finally learning to see where the right New and Scary Things lead to something better than the Worn Out/Used Up Things.
It has only taken about 40-some years to boot …