Things change
Get used to it. They always do. It seems it is our nature to try to stop change. (nothing new here!)
It’s easiest then to just decide to accept this and prepare myself for it.
All the things I like, enjoy, want to keep: I need to be prepared they will not continue.
There are somethings I’ll hold on to, but more and more that list is shrinking. My belief in God – I need to hold on to that. My commitment to my marriage vows – I’ll fight to keep those.
But most of the rest? Even the mundane stuff like eating oatmeal every day for breakfast since I was in third grade (that’s a lot of oatmeal) I need to prepared to lose because things change.
I love to sail, and want to keep doing it for the rest of my life. But maybe that is something I’ll have to give up, because something else, something bigger, something from the stuff I won’t let change, will mean I may have to.
And so I need to constantly remind myself to be prepared that things will change. Enjoy the things I like while I have them. Keeping saying to myself one of my husband’s favourite quotes: “Blessed are the flexible; for they will not be bent out of shape.” (Not sure the origins of this, Google seemed to have many)
Blessed are the flexible.