Changes Change Me

Everything runs like clockwork and then it all goes haywire.

Many do not like changes and I am definitely one. It’s not that I am like that in all areas but in certain ones, I am. It throws me for a loop.

It seems like everything in the world has been tossed. Perhaps this has caused many of the changes. It is not always a bad thing.

I realized that this one office I have gone to for over a year, her process and routine has changed. New office worker where there was none. Less time with the practitioner. An uneasiness but I thought I was dealing with it all when I realized I am not. Less appointments and no desire to go. I do have an upcoming appointment, which will help me know what I plan to do.

The last six months, there have been changes at work. I adapted and handling but not without struggle. I had everything running like a well -oiled machine after fourteen years.

I’m too old for change. I thought I was too old for temper tantrums. The rebelliousness within me often hit the wall with disapproval. I wanted to quit.

As I felt I managed and on my way to keep things running smoothly, today I find we have more changes. If these tasks did not end on my lap, I could probably brush it off. I again am hitting the wall.

I have three years until retirement. I don’t know if I can make it was my thought today. The willingness to throw up my hands and forget it all was a very strong thought and desire. Maybe I will find another job. I love my job, except for the changes. Leave well enough alone. Will tomorrow be a better day to cope and tackle this task? Time will tell.

Changes do change me. I see my weak spots in my life, which can discourage me for a bit, but I also see that I am well capable of solving and making our office maintain its efficiency.

Time will definitely tell. Wish me luck!

Seems Longer

I was sent an old photo today from my oldest son, eleven years ago, his last year of college. One of those pop up photos on Facebook, of the four of us.

Eleven years ago! It seems like so much longer. Unsure if that is a good statement or not. What I did see was my family, but much more. The boys have matured so much and so much has happened in those eleven years. Thankfully, mostly good.

What I glanced at and tried not to go deep in thought, was me in this photo. Here I am writing about it. Sadness. I was desperate for help and clarity in my life. Depression knocking at my door daily. My boys were growing up, one in college. The other one lost in his own decisions about life and direction. His so-called friends did not help matters and I had to be the bully mom to stand up through some ordeals.

In me, I saw the heaviest of weight on my body, the sadness in my eyes, even though the mask worn was happy to those in my path to see only the best.

There was so much wrong in my situation, and even in this photo but I shut down from sharing. Tackling the lack of trust and actually who would believe me. I was stuck in a performance in life to portray a happy family life and marriage. I was dying.

How many around us can be in the same situation, alone and physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually dying? Odds are, the percentage is higher than you would think.

I always heard, Everything that glitters, is not gold. While I did not have a glittering life, I knew the fragments were there but definitely hidden. Still, I/we were blessed.

Eleven years later, I’m not the same. I had to hold on tight in many instances and stick to some tough love with my boys. I am happy I survived for them. I am a survivor!

There are situations in life, you have to decide whether to hold on or let go. Sometimes, both.

Psalm 139

Lord, you have examined me
and know all about me.
2 You know when I sit down and when I get up.
You know my thoughts before I think them.
3 You know where I go and where I lie down.
You know everything I do.
4 Lord, even before I say a word,
you already know it.
5 You are all around me—in front and in back—
and have put your hand on me.
6 Your knowledge is amazing to me;
it is more than I can understand.

Where can I go to get away from your Spirit?
    Where can I run from you?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there.
    If I lie down in the grave, you are there.
If I rise with the sun in the east
    and settle in the west beyond the sea,
10 even there you would guide me.
    With your right hand you would hold me.

11 I could say, “The darkness will hide me.
    Let the light around me turn into night.”
12 But even the darkness is not dark to you.
    The night is as light as the day;
    darkness and light are the same to you.

13 You made my whole being;
    you formed me in my mother’s body.
14 I praise you because you made me in an amazing and wonderful way.
    What you have done is wonderful.
    I know this very well.
15 You saw my bones being formed
    as I took shape in my mother’s body.
When I was put together there,
16 you saw my body as it was formed.
All the days planned for me
    were written in your book
    before I was one day old.

17 God, your thoughts are precious to me.
    They are so many!
18 If I could count them,
    they would be more than all the grains of sand.
When I wake up,
    I am still with you.

19 God, I wish you would kill the wicked!
Get away from me, you murderers!
20 They say evil things about you.
Your enemies use your name thoughtlessly.
21 Lord, I hate those who hate you;
I hate those who rise up against you.
22 I feel only hate for them;
they are my enemies.

23 God, examine me and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any bad thing in me.
Lead me on the road to everlasting life.

Tears Fall

Have you ever missed someone and just the mere thought brings tears? Of course, grief is real. Real for those that have passed especially but also those that are living but no longer in contact. Sounds easy enough, pick up the phone or send a text/email, doesn’t it? Not that easy.

I had a wonderful counselor years ago and for many years. Now time has passed but still there are moments I would love to talk to her. Times in my own uncertainty about whatever. I have to trust myself and my gut instincts. Plus, I respect her too much to bother her and I’d be out of line, but that does not stop the occasional tears. While she heard me and understood me more than my own family/friends, I know that this depth of sadness within will dissipate. What I need is within me. It’s okay to cry and to miss her. Deep down, I feel thankful and so blessed that she enriched my life with truth.

I am stronger than I think and feel, and I know these tears will dry. It will all be okay.

Those moments come for me and you probably. Trust yourself and know that you will get through this rough patch. Maybe rest is needed. It’s okay to rest.

“This is the shortest verse of the Bible. It says, “Jesus wept.” This means that nobody is promised against sorrow or pain.” John 11:35

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