Regrowing

ˌrēˈɡrō/ verb/ gerund or present participle: Regrowing "to grow or be grown anew or continued growth after an injury or after having died or withered"

Unchosen Change…

Late night writing has pretty much always been my thing. There is just something about the silence and stillness that comes late into the evening that just causes my mind to think differently. Tonight, as I sit in my soon to no longer be mine living room, with my incredibly large puppy sound asleep at my feet, I am struck once again by one thought: Unchosen change is the hardest.

I have said for a very long time that change is hard, even for someone like me who tends to really enjoy change (yes, 7 different hair colors in the last year). Change brings a lot of things, many of which take the form of uncertainties that simply cannot be answered. But, I will always stand by my personal view that it is actually the unchosen change that is the most difficult.

The complex situation can sometimes be caused by someone else choosing and making decisions on your behalf, other times it is because of illness, and every so often it is because of a series of tragic events. Regardless, the things you did not decide, but have no choice except to walk through is where the grieving of the change comes in.

My mantra for the last year has been pretty simple: “It’s just different, it’s not good or bad, just different.” And, that could not be more true for my life right now.

This week, I have had such a whirlwind of emotions play through me.

I am 7 weeks out,
100 job applications in,
23 rejection letters received,
15 packed boxes later,
2 cans of primer required,
and a solid 50/50 mixture of sorrow and joy.

Sorrow because I am painting my place back to white (which is never my favorite), and not preparing for a new exciting place yet.
Sorrow because I do not see the plan nor do I have a plan for what is coming next.
Sorrow because I am not excited about my next steps.
Sorrow because I did not just lose a job, I lost my community, and my home.
Sorrow because I learned a lot of bad habits due to some difficult people.
Sorrow because I miss and am going to miss a lot of people immensely.
Sorrow because it all just sucked.

And then, mercifully, I also find joy has just as much room in my heart and emotions.

Joy because I really do love adventure.
Joy because I get to take a furry companion with me this time.
Joy because a safety net fell into place exactly when I needed it to.
Joy because a terrible situation provided the means to get me through this season.
Joy because I know without any doubts that in a few days/weeks/months/ this time next year, I will be focused on other things.
Joy because I am loved by so very many people.
Joy because I trust that this all happened for a reason.
Joy because tomorrow brings new things.
Joy because I by my choosing or not, I am taken care of and Loved, and I know that when I look back, I would gladly choose every time for this all to work out exactly as it is playing out currently.

Unchosen change honestly sucks and it is hard. But, if we only ever got to choose the change, we would only ever do what we knew we could… And, where’s the fun adventure in that?

3 comments on “Unchosen Change…

  1. April M.
    September 25, 2013

    I am praying that God reveals his plan for you soon! Remember, sometimes chosen change isn’t what we thought it would be either. However, we grow more from struggle than from a place of ease. It’s kind of like exercise; when we use a muscle, the fiber of the muscle tears or creates an injury. The body heals the muscle and it creates more fibers, thus making the muscle stronger. Sometimes we have to be torn in order to be stronger. We have to learn to embrace the tears knowing that we will be stronger because of the struggle but only when God thinks we are ready to see and appreciate the strength we have been gifted with.

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  2. GlutenFilledWorld
    September 25, 2013

    I am praying that God reveals his plan for you soon! Remember, sometimes chosen change isn’t what we thought it would be either. However, we grow more from struggle than from a place of ease. It’s kind of like exercise; when we use a muscle, the fiber of the muscle tears or creates an injury. The body heals the muscle and it creates more fibers, thus making the muscle stronger. Sometimes we have to be torn in order to be stronger. We have to learn to embrace the tears knowing that we will be stronger because of the struggle but only when God thinks we are ready to see and appreciate the strength we have been gifted with.

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    • kpbback
      September 25, 2013

      Thank you so much for these encouraging words! And, your example of exercise makes complete sense!
      ~K

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