I’m going to be frank here — yesterday sucked.
I’m facing some big changes in my life. Nobody is sick or dying or losing their jobs. I’m not pregnant or anything. It’s only a little change, but it will end a working relationship and begin another.
Even small changes can be felt enormously.
There is a reason lyricists call them “winds” of change. It sweeps in like a storm, moving, pulling, flooding an otherwise peaceful existence. Change tears roots that have been planted for months, years, decades.
Change can also be cleansing.
(Still waiting for that feeling to set in.)