Sepet in The City

a walk of life…

Scared of Change?

on March 17, 2010

Change can be wonderful. People improve their appearance, improve their marriages, get great new jobs, even great new spouses. Plus, dear little babies become adorable toddlers, and pretty soon the toddlers can read and then they’re having a really nice Sweet Sixteen and their skin clears up and they never talk to you, they fall in love with people you wouldn’t allow in your house if you had a choice and they move far away and you rarely get to see the grandchildren.

That’s what change is for a lot of us—stuff you have to pretend to embrace even as your heart sinks; you know it’s going to end badly and you already feel the inevitable loss. The other awful thing about change is that we want it as much as we fear it and we need it as much as we need safety. I hate my marriage but I’m afraid of being alone. I’m sick of being a lawyer but I don’t know how to do anything else.

Good news: It doesn’t matter whether you like change or not, whether you embrace it or run in the opposite direction. Not only will changes be taking place, they will be taking place all the time, with and without your participation, from the mouse-sized (they no longer make your favorite sun block lotion) to elephant-sized (death, divorce, and disability). It turns out that even if you make no changes in your lousy marriage, your stultifying job, or your painful relationship with your brother, all those things will change anyway. Your only choice is to take steps toward change (you don’t have to quit the job or the marriage all of a sudden), or to wait and see what surprises the universe has for you as you cling to what you thought was safety.

Mostly, change is as inevitable as rain in the spring. Some of us just put on our raincoats and splash forward, some of us choose to stay home, a few admirable nuts shed their clothes and cavort in the yard, and some people go out and get deeply, resentfully, and miserably wet. And no matter what, the rain falls. It falls on dry grass, which is the kind of change we love, and it falls, too, on  March weddings. We must know something about complaining (even quietly) and accepting (not just pretending to). We can struggle, or we can surrender. Surrender is a frightening word for some people, because it might be interpreted as passivity, or timidity. Surrender means wisely accommodating ourselves to what is beyond our control. Getting old, getting sick, dying, losing what is dear to us…is beyond our control. I can either be frightened of life and mad at life—or not. I can be disappointed and still not be mad. People get old, plans change—there isn’t any other way.

Change can be wonderful. Change can be scary. But change is, more than anything, inevitable.


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