The beginning ~

My husband and I recreated our front yard recently.  It wasn’t by choice, really.  We had a root diving under our garage and lifting the concrete pad.  The transformation was great, both visually and personally.  So what did I learn in the process?

• Change is hard and exhilarating at the same time.
• Change isn’t always by choice.  It’s sometimes imposed upon me
• I say that I am open to change but have come to realize that I do cherish history, whether it’s my story or a continuation of another story.
• What appears to be good on the outside (the tree’s shade and beauty) may have something not so good lurking underneath (the offending root that was lifting my garage floor).
• Destroying a perfectly beautiful tree that had the misfortune to be planted in the wrong place meant ending its life prematurely.  I had to give myself the space to mourn, even be angry.
• Hanging on to something that needed to change is not productive nor healthy ~ in this case for the yard and my garage floor.
• Change is an opportunity to learn something new, try something new, create something new.
• Change takes work.
• Change can be fun.
• I can love the new as much as I loved the old.  They are just different.
• Change is not permanent, change begets change.
• If I’m not changing I’m either a zombie or dead.

the end

or is it???????