Growing Pains

Lately I am amazed at the way the way the world works. 

What appear to be major disappointments really do turn out to be simple diversions in life’s journeys; forcing not just different results, but better ones.

Seeing is believing, or so I’ve heard and I have to admit it is much easier to believe that the words, “this, or something better will come my way” when I see proof of it occurring time after time.

Growing pains, I remember my mother talking about them.  Mostly when referring to actual physical pain, but then isn’t all pain physical?

It hurts to change a lifestyle.  Whether that change is in how I spend my time, or how I eat, or even who I do these things with, it is uncomfortable to make changes and really believe that things will not only be different, but they will also be better.

The transitions might not feel better.  In fact the transitions can sometimes kill you, but if I stick with it, I have found that once I’m over the hump my perspective changes.  Things become clearer.

What seemed okay before really wasn’t.  It was just hidden inside my fear of change.  Once the new way begins to take shape and I can see even the tiniest bit of hope my courage grows.

And once I begin to walk steadfastly, imagining the best and expecting success, it’s amazing how often that manifests itself in actuality.

Or as my ex used to say and sometimes it pains me to admit he might be right, “It’s a dull man who only knows one way to do something.”