For some its a difficult word. A difficult process.
Admittedly, I thought I was immune to change. Immune or unaffected. Or perhaps I thought I was “good” at change.
When you move ten times before high school, through five different countries and five different states, change would be your norm. You just assume change comes naturally. What else do you know? You’re a third culture kid, floating in and out of one world to the next. One culture to the next, one friend group to the next, from house to condo, suburb to island to the metropolis of Tokyo.
Change is your uncountable blessing. It propels you forward with hastening speed. Perhaps there wasn’t even time to question whether or not I was comfortable with change.
Now, with change all around me, am I as “good” with it as I once was?
I have yet to answer.
However there are a few changes I am definitely good with!
Like this barn table friend gifted me. (Mom did a great job staining) But who knew my uber modern style would evolve? I swore it wouldn’t
And all of a sudden I make eggs? Like frittatas and actually eat them? For so long I had quite the aversion to any egg that wasn’t deviled or poached.Similar Recipe here.
Are you “good” with change?