I don’t like change. I know most people would say that but I really, REALLY don’t like change and it’s getting worse the older I get.
I used to change countries every 5-6 years but now I’ve been in London for 12 years.
I’ve had the same job for 11 years.
I’ve had the same husband for 17 years.
I’ve had the same two pairs of winter ankle boots for over 6 years and they’re falling apart but I can’t find anything as good.
I’ve quit Instagram but if you’re still on it, I’m sure at least daily you’ll see some “inspirational” quote about change being good and how being out of your comfort zone is the start of something great.
Initial reaction to anything like that: Bleurgh.
It’s totally true though – but that doesn’t mean that change isn’t uncomfortable or super stressful! Change makes us feel insecure and vulnerable, and humans tend to want to be comfortable and secure.
Comfort, however, means humans these days move less, eat more, self-pacify/medicate. Comfort makes us fat and lazy. Comfort makes us wear boots that have holes in them.
Comfort is not what I’m feeling right now as things are about to get shaken up.
My company is leaving London
We found out two days ago what our new European location will be. It’s a great city and after a year of waiting for the decision it was great to have that unknown out of the way BUT – I’m 41 and my kids are almost teenagers and the idea of moving right now is scary.
But we’ll see. There is at least a year and a half of rapid changes and Daily Unpredictables going to happen at work for me so I’m going to have to learn to be good at riding this rollercoaster until it comes to a stop. In whichever country it comes to a stop.
My live-in mother is leaving London
12 years ago my mother came to stay with us for 3 months. Then my 3-month work contract got extended to 6 months and then to a year and then to 5 years and a lot of snowballing later my mother has lived with us ever since.
Having your mother live with you is just as good and bad as you can imagine. It’s made the logistics of parenting and working so easy for so long, but it’s totally and completely done my head in and I’m now seeing a therapist who is helping me unpick all my mother-issues.
My part-time working pattern will change
I’m currently working 4 days a week with Wednesdays off. I’ve worked like that for over a decade and I absolutely love it that way. When my mother leaves I’m going to be working reduced hours every day as I try to squeeze in the school drop-off and pick-up into my daily routine.
Woe is me, right? I’ll have to pick up my OWN children from school! This would be a little bit more bearable if it didn’t mean that:
My Crossfit Thames days will be over
Of all the things, this is what makes me teary as I type it. I have been going to the same Crossfit box since I started 5 years ago and I love that place. I LOVE that place & those people. In a few months I will no longer fit in lunchtime exercise so I will have to change my Crossfit location to something closer to home that will mean evening classes after school pick-up.
But life will go on and I will figure out my new routine, but this part of my new routine brings me much sadness right now.
So changes, they be ALL happening
I’m counting on a LOT of greatness to come out of all these changes! Instagram better be right. I’m going to be thrown out of my comfort zone a million and one ways in a little while so the universe better have some good things coming my way out of all of it.