
If I were to say that I don’t like change (something that is absolutely true), I suspect it would be something that most people reading this blog would relate to. Sure, some handle it better than others, either by nature or by merit of having put in the work to do so, but that doesn’t change (ha) the fact that it’s intrinsically unsettling. Even when the former state of affairs was less than ideal.
Sometimes– usually? it’s just easier to deal with the devil we know. Sometimes, stability just feels more important. Sometimes, that’s okay.
But there’s a reason we tell so many stories about people who make the leap. There’s a reason stories, with vanishingly few exceptions, require change to move the plot forward. It’s how you know there’s a story there to tell. Because it’s what forces the characters to grow. It’s what forces us to grow. Even when it’s terrifying. Especially when it’s terrifying.