Change is hard

I find it so fascinating that a plant I had sitting in my kitchen for seven years didn’t flower. I moved house, and it has flowered continually for the past six months. Its leaves are full and healthy, and the flowers are lovely.

I think that we’re like that too. We exist in certain circumstances thinking that we’re okay and until those circumstances change, we don’t realize that we were just existing, not thriving.

I’ve just started a landscaping project – I recently moved into home with a garden that is just grass and some trees. It needs colour and texture. The project is complex, involving paving, steps, stones, planters and a new driveway. I’m really looking forward to the end product but not really looking forward to the mess, destruction, and noise that has to happen to create the beautiful end result. All that mud!

It would have been easier just to live with the garden and driveway the way they were, however impractical. The driveway had sunk and had to be fixed. I could have avoided all the uncertainty, the inconvenience, the possibility of annoying my new neighbours, but I wouldn’t have been happy. I would have robbed myself of the potential to thrive. I would have deprived myself of the opportunity, like my African violet, to flower again.

Here’s hoping that the weather co-operates and that this project is completed sooner rather than later!