Thankful for change

Yummy smelling styling products...

Change is a constant in life. I think we all understand this fate, whether it's fought kicking and screaming, or welcomed like an old friend. I've never really struggled with it too much. I grew up in the same home until graduation, but moved about 15 times after, until finally putting down roots. I'm the kind of person that can cut off two feet of hair, to a pixie cut and focus entirely on my new yummy smelling styling products. All, without missing a beat. However, some things hit us harder. Relationships. Changes in career, health, or a child. These changes can rock our world and leave scars that don't fade, unlike the little girl on the Neosporin commercial. Everyone handles change a little differently.

Wreaked of monotony...

I remember when I was in my early 20's, I went shopping for clothes with my best friend. This may have been one of the first times I looked for clothing that wasn't some kind of retro-slacker thrift store find. I remember us looking at each other, confused at the options between the junior and adult women's section. One was clearly too juvenile, while the other was painfully "sold out" and wreaked of monotony. There was literally no place for us in the store. This was a unique space in time, in which change left me feeling uncertain. I was too old for trendy, but too young for cookie cutter middle America. It was time to create my own space and transformation.

Facilitator of many solo dance parties...

I have two tattoos. One, I received on my 21st birthday to commemorate a break-up, while the other- I toiled over for years before deciding on an arm band of belladonna flowers and the word transformation in the writing of the Magi. I won't bore you with the symbolism, but the word transformation was a vital part of my identity, as it remains today. I had intended for this tattoo to create a constant reminder for me that whatever place I find myself in, I am welcome to change the path, forge through and become something greater than I was before. I have an anthem to this mindset. Rebecca Scott is a beyond-talented musician in my town, and has been the soundtrack to many of my life's transformations. This song evokes an inspiration within me that can shake me out of the worst of ruts. It has also been the facilitator of many solo dance parties.

Predictability is comforting...

My friends with kiddos can agree- we are given these little people that reflect the best/worst parts of ourselves, while teaching us patience in areas that may not have challenged us (yet) personally. My daughter detests change. If a tradition is broken, plans are changed, or the ice cream store is closed, waterworks will ensue. Not because she's spoiled or Nelly Olson's doppelganger, but the simple fact that predictability is comforting. I have been given an opportunity to frame change for her in a new way, as of late. Change is an opportunity, a muse in the next chapter of you. Even the seemingly rotten tomatoes thrown our way provide us with the power to make new choices.

Making goals and kicking their butts...

I welcome change in my world, making goals and kicking their butts. This year has brought transformation in many respects. Audrey's Peace of Mind, spiritual catharsis, forgiveness, communication, and acceptance. I am thankful for these continued opportunities, and delight in the challenge they bring. I'm thankful for this tattoo, a constant reminder that until my ending- change is not only possible, but promised. Happy Gratitude Tuesday. What are you thankful for?