I don't wear the sweater often.. even though I really do like it. Leaning on a desk in her office with a bit of champagne, my friend asked if I had knitted my sweater. I smiled and admitted I did. I couldn't help but think with amusement how a question that used to make me feel insecure, I now embrace as complimentary.
When it was time to go, I gave her a hug and told her I love her. Feeling a sense of melancholy upon my heart, I thought about all the changes my life has experienced over the passing several months. Friends have moved away, others experienced divorce and the change that comes with breaking, our office relocated, and today, the moving on of a friend who will no longer be working with me. With each change, I have felt a sense of personal loss and adjustment.
And yet, not without a heart full of blessing for that which deserves celebration for my friend. Change is hard... it's a process of letting go of what is sure and opening our hands to the unknown. It evolves us into who we become, as we grow and learn to adapt.
In the winter, the cold and chill cover the ground and blanket the Earth. The leaves fall, and the skies turn grey... yet in just a few months, the sun will warm the ground, breathing life into what seemed lost and lifeless... turning again all things green.
I don't think I will ever embrace Change with enthusiasm... I'm not sure I will ever welcome it at my doorstep. I'm a loyalist and it's hard for me to let go. Yet, I know that at some point down my path, I will turn and realize with amazement, that I made it through... and for that I can be thankful.