One of the hardest things for me to believe is that endings are followed by new beginnings. All my life, I have been an opponent of change, a nostalgic, a person who clings to things. I never assume that newer will be better.
There is some basis for this, of course. Plenty of
change in this world is for the worse, and much of it seems to be
pointless: change for the sake of change. But there are changes for the
better. And some of the things I value most in my life right now are
things I would not have if I had not let go (sometimes voluntarily,
sometimes not) of what I used to have.
Over time, I've
become a little more accepting of change. I've gotten a lot more willing
to part with material objects, and have been doing an ongoing
downsizing/decluttering project at home. But I still have a hard time
trusting that a situation that has stopped working for me can be
replaced by something better.
In hindsight, it's easy to see the
turns I should have taken sooner, or with less trepidation. But when the
turn is in front of you and you can't see around the bend, it's
impossible to know whether a dead end or a beautiful new scene lies
Eventually, the choice is whether to sit staring at the
washed-out bridge on the old route, or whether to try a new road. I keep
reminding myself there are new roads, for all that I get focused on the most familiar one.