Lately I've been contemplating the idea of change. It feels like I exist on a perpetual see-saw of relishing in the safety of same-ness, while also craving the excitement of change. My twenties contained a lot of action and excitement, but along with that came turbulence and stress. For the last 4 years I've slowed down a lot, and although it's felt healing in many ways, I'm itching for something a little different.
Spring feels like the perfect time to think of new beginnings, as the natural world comes to life again. But for many of us, this winter has felt extra long, as if the grip of everything we've endured since 2020 hasn't entirely loosened, like things have never quite returned to “normal," whatever that means.
In my life, a massive change has been slowly simmering: a move to Sweden, a belated wedding, and starting an indie pattern business. In many ways, this has all been in the works since that first lockdown, and it feels very symbolic for me. It feels like I've been in a long wintering period of developing and exploring, and I'm finally so ready to enter into the next phase.
Where in your own life do you sense glimmers of change?