Change..

Change is a funny thing. More so when you’ve known for a while that certain changes needed to be made but haven’t felt like the time was quite right.

What does the time being quite right even look like? There very rarely is a right time for things to change, for certain needs to take priority. There will forever be a reason as to why the time is very much not quite right.

At the point when the change does start to come about it always seems like everything has fallen into perfect alignment without any forcing or cajoling, something I always find fascinating. As something naturally fades, space is opened up for other new adventures to begin, space for passions to be explored without pressure, space for slow, gentle nurturing to take place.

I’m not usually a fan of change but the beginnings of this change feel good, natural and perfectly timed. I feel that I’m starting the journey home to myself and that is quietly exciting.