Spare Change Anyone?
Despite what you’ve been told and prefer to believe, change hurts. In fact, sometimes it just plain stinks. Not the spare kind that you find between the sofa cushions, under the car seats, or what you get when you pay a dollar for a 74 cent half-ice diet coke with one pump cherry flavor. No, this is another kind. This is the kind that never fails to happen when your Pointe shoes finally feel wearable and the blisters aren’t so bad and your teacher tells you at the end of your ballet lesson that it’s time to replace those old shoes (that you’ve spent only the last four weeks breaking-in). The old shoes had formed around your calloused-in-all-the-right-places feet. If you’re a dancer, this tune rings well with your soul. If you’re not a dancer, you’re probably thanking your mom for the piano lessons you hated.
Dancer, no dancer, it doesn’t really matter. Unless it comes in the shape of a circle and is gold, silver, or bronze, change, for any of us, can be painful. So, why do it? Why change anything? Why venture into the unknown when I’m finally comfortable with what, where, and who I am?
Who am I kidding? Contentment couldn’t find its way into my soul if I drew it a color-coded map. I want change and growth and I want to be (with a drum roll and the heavenly hosts of angels singing…) disrupted and impacted and transformed!!! …and in the same breath on the same day with Colonel Mustard in the library with a fork, I just want the ease of complacency, the drag of the mundane, and the safety of routine.
Every single day I wake up and have a decision to make. Will I today embrace the struggle for the sake of my soul or will I lose this day in the search for Colonel Mustard the library, and the fork? I’ve witnessed too much the glory in the struggle. I’ve reaped the benefits of transparent and available souls who have chosen the struggle for the sake of change, for the sake of more, for the sake of all. Because I have seen the passion and the redemption and the blood, sweat, and tears… I simply want nothing less and I simply want nothing more. I simply want.
Dancer, no dancer, it doesn’t really matter. Unless it comes in the shape of a circle and is gold, silver, or bronze, change, for any of us, can be painful. So, why do it? Why change anything? Why venture into the unknown when I’m finally comfortable with what, where, and who I am?
Who am I kidding? Contentment couldn’t find its way into my soul if I drew it a color-coded map. I want change and growth and I want to be (with a drum roll and the heavenly hosts of angels singing…) disrupted and impacted and transformed!!! …and in the same breath on the same day with Colonel Mustard in the library with a fork, I just want the ease of complacency, the drag of the mundane, and the safety of routine.
Every single day I wake up and have a decision to make. Will I today embrace the struggle for the sake of my soul or will I lose this day in the search for Colonel Mustard the library, and the fork? I’ve witnessed too much the glory in the struggle. I’ve reaped the benefits of transparent and available souls who have chosen the struggle for the sake of change, for the sake of more, for the sake of all. Because I have seen the passion and the redemption and the blood, sweat, and tears… I simply want nothing less and I simply want nothing more. I simply want.
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