We just changed the paper on our wall of inspiration today. It is clean, white and just waiting for wonderfully inspiring words and to be scribbled all over it.
It has been about 2 months since we changed it and I have been hesitating to do so because I was sentimental. A lot of work had gone into gathering and writing quotes and goals and encouragement. I didn’t want to just tear it down.
I noticed, however, that with time I had stopped actually reading what the words said. I just found myself looking at the pretty colors and how the words twirled about on the crisp white paper.
The impact was gone. It was time to change it.
Fresh inspiration was around the corner, waiting for an open space to pounce on. Waiting for the change to whisk away the old and make it new again.
If you don’t know already, I have become a huge fan of change.
This might sound strange coming from someone who used to protest every whisper of change. I love structure and predictability and see these things as healthy. But, I have also seen the benefits change brings and I cannot say no to such a wonderful thing.
It’s like a fresh spring rain pouring its lovely life giving waters through my heart and mind and I find things that were wilting starting to grow again.
Change tingles and jumps and sparks like lightening. It pricks and pokes and prods at the rusty and seemingly unmovable. It stretches and tears and fills holes that have been empty for too long.
It is as jarring and upturning. It is loud and in your face. It calls from every peak and trickles down streams.
With it comes life, new growth, fresh perspective, and new inspiration. It makes me think and rethink. It wakes me up from my bleary eyed slumber. It grabs me by the shoulders and violently shakes me. It gives me wings to fly again.
This is why I love change. It is not always easy, no, but it makes me a better person. This I know for sure.
Question: How has change affected you?