Everytime I moved into a new city, I had to start my life again: new house, new language, new culture, climate, colleagues, friends, mindset, traditions, food… new lifestyle! And that was extremely exciting, I got used to it every time, and every time I thought I would have stayed and eventually settle there, that I would have not changed country anymore.
I used to create a bond with my new place, with the new habits, with the new people who entered into my life, with what my eyes got used to, with all the new feelings and sensations. I remember I refused to see myself moving again, I was sure I would have found my stability, my dimension there.
Why should I change if I am so good here where I am? Change often means uncertainity, so fear started to hit. I didn’t want to loose again my lifelines, my anchors. Nevertheless, in the end I kept on changing. Cycles always got closed, things always came to an end. And every time I had to leave and move towards a new mission. Surely with pain and grief in accepting the experience was over, but this is exactly what allowed me to start living something new again. For every cycle closed I had a chance to open a new one, somewhere else. And literally: somewhere I could have never even imagined.
Change is perceived from our mind as an unknown, so as something dangerous. Until you fully live it (in a smart and programmed way, with a pinch of madeness).
But change does not always need to be so drastic like moving to the other side of the world or do something extreme. There are small daily changes, easier or harder to manage, related to our emotional life, to our beliefs and daily routines. These kind of changes, once accepted and put into practice, can completely change our life.
