We are so good at wanting things to stay the same. We don’t want our world or the people in it—near or far—to change.
When Taylor Swift released 1989, I muttered, “Stay in your lane.” When Reputation came out, I thought, “You’ve lost your way.” When Lover arrived, I said, “I was wrong.”
Artists grow. Try new things. At least the good ones do. Same is true of all of us.
When we try something new—a new way of dressing, a new way of behaving—there’s no need to be disappointed (or angry!) when people push back. When they verbally or non-verbally demand, “Go back to being who you were.” We should expect it.
A change, any change, even a positive change, is a threat to the status quo, a threat to status roles, a threat to well-being. A change in us is a threat to them.
That slithery slimy reptile that lives behind our ears says the same thing. “Go back to being who you were.” And adds, with a kick to the shins, “Who do you think you are?”
We are who we think we are.
As for me, my thoughts about myself have been less glorious than I deserve. You, too?
Let’s let it go.
I will let them be them. I will let me be me. In all our weird and wondrous glory.
Chewing the Cud of Good
Thankful for seeing Orion in the night sky.