When I feel a part of me sinking just as I feel a different part of me rising up.
Now is such a time.
A time of transition.
A time of change.
A time of growth.
A time of death.
A time of rebirth.
Death meaning the end of something.
But not the end of everything...
By now, I am pretty sure that if you are a reader of my newsletter or you know me, you know me and my husband are leaving New Zealand.
We have been here for 6 years and before that were citizens in Australia.
We have had the best adventure over this side of the planet.
We fully intend for the next adventure to be just as grand.
I have neglected my blog whispering to me to post.
I have neglected my body's requests for nourishing rather than fast food and takeout.
I have neglected my first novel somewhat.
I have neglected my body telling me to slow down.
I got a bit lost in the crap that surfaced for me and I must say that actually neglect felt rather nice for a time.
It was needed. I needed to put my energy into the international move.
I don't know if you have ever moved countries but this will be a third time for us.
There is a lot that needs to happen. Especially when you have lived in 3 different countries...it can get...well messy.
Yet, the beauty of times of change can be the awareness of the self. I always think I am the expert of myself until something comes along to challenge me.
Then it is back to the drawing board and back to the deep searching within.
There is always something to learn. We will never know it all, much as we like to believe that we will.
One day, we say. One day. Yet we get upset and disheartened when one day doesn't appear...
Well, what then?
Well that is when you realise that this journey is never ending and always surprising.
That you can continue to grow until the moment you take your last breath.
That there is always more to learn.
That there is always room to grow. To change. To create.
You can learn to fly or you can stop and sink.
What things are you learning from change?
How can you see the beauty in it rather than the angst?
How might you fly?