Winds of Change Stinketh

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step”–Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

When climbing the staircase of ‘life’, why is it so difficult to take that next step?

People are resistant to change, even when that change is necessary. Even when it’s for the best. The psychologist in my knows that part of the reason is because anything new and unexpected is scary. Sometimes it’s seemingly easier to stay stuck in your mediocre situation than it is to take a step into the abyss of the unknown.

But why, when you’re unhappy, is it still so difficult to let go and move on? To take that next step? Logically you’d think that if unsatisfied, a person would be anxious to take a step…ANY step…that would lead them away from their own personal hell. But familiarity and knowing what will happen is a strong seduction. Add some love into the mix and, well, the hope of reconciling logic and emotion becomes almost pointless.

The winds of change have kicked up, and in true Salt Lake fashion, there is a strong outhouseish smell that is accompanying it. Maybe it would be easier for me to embrace the changes if I were able to see the end result, the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. That can be said for anything I suppose…being able to see the outcome would make it easier for anyone to take the necessary steps.

But such is NOT life. And like everyone else without psychic powers, I’m forced to walk blindly forward. Or make the choice of not choosing, stubbornly plant my feet and refuse to move. As safe as the later is, I know that finding the peace and happiness that I desire will never happen if this is the road I take (or more appropriately, don’t take).

Purely taking the step does not insure that it will be a happy journey, or one without difficulty. There is pain and regret…things that I believe (or desperately hope) will subside not only with time, but also as I gain a new perspective, as often the blessing of hindsight can only give.

But until that time comes, I’ll plug my nose and scrunch my face until the rancid smelling winds subsides.

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