The Fear of Change

I have recently gone through a whirlwind of crazy, soul shattering, mind blowing, life altering events that have put me into a position to make sudden change. Maybe not “put me” but rather “jump in willingly” into a new, scared shitless adventure. I am changing my life hopefully for the golden best. I am moving out into an awesome home built in the 1940′s with new dude roommates that I hardly know, to be quite honest. I had to leave my current place, well not so current anymore, I’m more of a floater at the moment of no place (which is scary within itself, feeling like you dont belong anywhere) because I realized that I was not happy. So the change of actually being on your own is scary as hell coming at you with a fiery baseball bat. Maybe not that extreme…but scary nonetheless! So, here I go, hurling myself into the deep vortex whirlpool of the world! Changing that fear into a tool to get me growing like a nice juicy tomato! I’m working on creating a video log of my thoughts for my own personal sanity about the upcoming changes in my life! You are welcome to come along this crazy rabbit hole experience with me! If not, well…I don’t control you, so yay for either or! Let’s conquer this fear!

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
And only by one’s going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

Robert Frost, The Silken Tent
(via judyhilo)