Time For Change

I've been shown so much in the last year how I am not in control of my life, and how things can change in an instant. The problem I have is believing things are changing for the better. I wonder, does life care? Or does life just keep moving forward and it's my job to choose to join in and make the best of it?

I am usually an optimist, I used to believe that everything happens for a reason. But I don't know about that. Sometimes, things just happen, and we can look to find the good in it or try to change it, or not. I worked in a mental health facility for years, and many of my clients dealt with terrible traumas in their lives. They would often ask "why would God let this happen to me?" or "is this some part of a plan?" I began to think about al the pain and suffering in the world and wondering why it was all happening. After dealing with so many clients that faced terrible traumas in their life, I came to believe that bad things just happen, and often for no reason. Simply put, people make choices, and they and others have to deal with the consequences of those choices. Friends, family, a higher power - they are all their to grieve with you and see you through it, and are sad for you when it happens. Life is hard, bad and good things happen, and we take what we can from it and move on.We can choose to take what we want from it, forgive and heal, and move forward. That is what gives the experiences in life meaning and purpose.

Spring is here, finally! And the seasons changing of course reminds me of change in life. The flowers are blooming, the grass is growing, there is change in the air. It's a time for healing and rebirth in nature after a harsh winter. Life is moving forward, and I can choose how I want to participate despite the set backs that I have faced in my life. The things that have happened in my life have made me stronger, and made me who I am.

My husband is still searching for new orders, and we are waiting to see where life is going to take us next. But I am done sitting around my house waiting on the military to decide my future. I am going to open up my windows, get out my spring clothes and pack away my sweaters, and embrace the process of change and growth, and painful and sucky as it can be. It can also be beautiful. This last deployment did not happen, so what new adventure is waiting for us next?