When We Change

Is change a revolving door? As parts of ourselves come in and out, ebb and flow, is it possible we lose the best parts of ourselves? I was talking to my mom the other day about one of her best friends. They used to communicate all the time, consistently - To the point that I noticed when they weren’t. The saying goes out of sight, out of mind. This was the opposite. There was a void, a drift. Did someone or something replace her? I consider knowing my mom and being her daughter one of my favorite attributes. What did this person no longer see in her for the tide to change? Or was it even about her? What could it be in them?

The thing is I don’t think these micro-shifts are intentional. And that is what is most damning. The subtle thoughtlessness that quite honestly plagues all of us. Our to do lists pile up. The most urgent thing becomes the main thing until it becomes THE thing and the conveyor belt continues its replacement horror film. Suddenly our entire DNA reconstructs, and we are no longer who we once were, on accident.

Question. When do we take responsibility? Could it be we are so unaware of this seismic microscopic shift that we don’t even play the blame game because we don’t know we are Player 2? We all must realize we have a role in this very real simulation. No one is immune to the chains of change.

The way we win? Awareness is your immunity - And when you control the remote to determine what is placed on or removed from the conveyor belt. We make the decision to become butterfly or a moth. To be free or locked in closets with skeletons we didn’t know we could escape from.