Change is good (?)

A Google search will tell you that in the year 29, Jesus was baptized by John the Baptist, and Livia Augustus (wife of Ceasar) passed away. I imagine Year 29 is fairly proud of the historical significance of its lifespan.

So what will be the significance of my 29th year, which I just entered last week? I know for sure it will be a timeline of many changes. I'm moving away, as I did at the tender age of 18, from the rural life that has blanketed me with such comfort and familiarity. With this move comes a search for a more fulfilling career, a more fulfilling life - this search is daunting, to say the least. But with this move also comes the familiar excitement of unknown possibilites; this excitement tells me, as it always has, that change is good. Scary, uncertain, and as unstable as the weather...but good.

I like to taste the many flavors of life, so I am not surprised that in this, my 29th year, I have tired of the experiences I've had thus far (although 'tired of' does not mean regret) and am hungry for shiny new ones I can add to the casserole of my life.

But sometimes I wonder: does too much change lead to too much disruption?

I've decided that change often means you have to disrupt something. Consider the four seasons: winter snows are disrupted by the warm spring sun; spring's newborn blooms are disrupted by summer's dehydrating temperatures; summer's long, lazy days are disrupted by fall's daylight savings time; and fall's canvas of orange, red and yellow is disrupted by winter's grey-soaked paintbrush.

But after the initial disruption, each season settles in and proves that change has also brought something beautiful, in the form of fresh spring rains, blazing summer sunsets, crisp fall breezes or magical winter snows.

So in this, my 29th year, I will embrace change and the disruption that comes with it. Yes, I will embrace the teeter-tottering between two homes as we wait for the completion of harvest; the sleepless nights wondering if I'm completely insane to think I'll ever be a published writer; and the small knot that ties itself up in my stomach when I think of leaving what is to some a vast, boring stretch of nothingness, but to me, is the heart of serenity and portrayer of mother earth's beauty.

I will embrace it, knowing that change will bring me my own beautiful transformation, as it always has...