As I enter the 22nd year of my life, I am finding that my life is changing relatively quickly. Quicker than I had anticipated, and quicker than I had wanted.
I got a job as an editor for an awesome online magazine, I’m planning a really big trip to go to Europe for the first time in my entire life, and I moving to a new place to live.
It’s quite a bit of change. And boy, am I not good with change.
I remember when I was just about to start college and my mom dropped the bombshell on me that she was selling the house that I had lived in for my entire life, up until that point, and would be moving into a new place (as soon as we found one).
I was scared out of my wits.
To back this up a little, I have never, and I mean never, been good with change. Well, I shouldn’t say that I wasn’t cool with change at all, but rather that I wasn’t very fond of rapid change. I wanted the opportunity to get acclimated to the change in my life.
So, I was really anxious and scared when my mom told me that we were moving.
Then, shortly after moving into our new house, I was heading off to college. Not only did I have to deal with the new surroundings at home, I had to get used to an entirely new city and the college I was attending.
During the first night on my own in my dorm room, I freaked out. I mean, like, ready to go into full-on panic attack mode. I called my parents, who thankfully were still in town at a hotel, and my dad came to pick me up just as the sun was starting to come up. I cried and cried, and said how much I wanted to be away from this new place because I was scared and could not handle all of this change.
I went home with my parents for the week before school started and returned more prepared for adjusting to this new stage of my life.
Then, about a year later, my parents told me that we were getting rid of the car, which we had had since, well, forever. I went with my parents to the car dealership and looked at all of the new, pretty, shiny cars. “What do you think of this one?” “What do you think of that one?”
All of the cars just didn’t feel right.
But then, I stumbled upon the newer, updated model of the car we previously had. As soon as I got inside the car I knew that this was the one. The familiarity. It felt like I was back in our old car that we so fondly called “Bessie.” It felt like home to me.
Bless my parents, because they decided that with all of the change I had been through and with how much it had impacted me, they got the new model of the car we had.
But as I embark on this new chapter of my life, with all of these changes coming my way, I have decided that I will not get anxious over this. I will not let it scare me, and stop me in my tracks. I will face it head-on.
Change is never easy. Change means stepping out of that comfortable box that you had become so accustomed to. It means that you have to put yourself in a new position, and that means being more vulnerable that you are used to.
And putting yourself in a vulnerable position can be the scariest thing ever. It’s easy to say no to change because it means that you won’t be affected in any way.
But you know what? If we don’t accept change and let it happen, life would be dull, and we would never get to try anything new. We would never get to test ourselves to see what we are truly capable of.
The only way that we can grow as individuals is if we accept change.
In fact, perhaps the one thing that is more frightening than change itself is if we cease to progress in life all because we turned our backs on change.
I mean, think about it; if the caterpillar feared change so much that it refused to embrace it, the caterpillar would never turn into the beautiful butterfly that we all know and love.
And before we know it, that change in our lives will become the new status quo, and we will find ourselves comfortable with this change that we once feared.
So I accept this new change in my life. Because I know that it will teach me more about life, and about myself.
After all, life is a series of changes; we just have to dive into it and hope for the best.
Emily has her bachelor’s degree in Political Science, and has always believed in helping and serving others. She wants to make the world a better place, and aspires to be a politician someday to do just that. She is an old soul who loves Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Glenn Miller. When she isn’t writing about imperative news- and political-related, she can be found attempting new recipes, playing her guitar or reading a good mystery book.