They say the only thing consistent is change.
I say even good change is bad change. Because to me, change in general is scary. Whether good, bad. A little, or a lot. It’s just, different.
It’s new. And it puts one out of their comfort zone. I always dread change like a scene out of a teenage melodrama. Walking through the cafeteria on the first day of high school with everyones scrutinizing glare following your every move. Finding a place to sit, finding all your classes, finding a routine, and most of all finding a place to fit in.
So many questions to ask, so many questions unanswered. What if I make the wrong choice? Should I wait? What the fuck was I thinking? Why didn’t I listen the first time? What if everyone hates me? What if I hate everyone? So many different possibilities, and so many different outcomes. What am I going to do? What’s going to happen now? What if things get worse? What if things fall apart?
What if things get better? What if everything falls together? What if it ends up being the best mistake or decision you’ve ever made in your life?
Change is scary. But it’s also exciting. Without it you’d still be at that dead end job. Or in that toxic relationship. Or living in that same sheltered town. Or unhappy. Or stagnant. Or bored. Not learning. Not growing. Not living.
Change is scary. But even scarier, is not changing.