Toward

Why is change so hard? Let me rephrase that. Why do we make change so hard?

What is it about the transition from one season to the next, that makes us resist... everything?

I pay close attention every-time I navigate an attempt to make big girl decisions and walk toward the life I've been asked to live... and honestly, I never fail to be a little shocked. It's not graceful. And it's a damn fight... between the way I'm asking life to be for me— and the way life is asking me to live for it. And I wonder why.

Cause don’t I know that Life's wisdom is far greater than mine? Don’t I know that it's very essence is being run by perfection? I get so curious about why I often seem to find myself kicking and screaming my way into the next chapter of my book… when don’t I know that the writing doesn't happen unless I live out the story?

It’s something I noticed in myself, and it’s something I notice that we all share. Uncertainty has the power to bring out child-like qualities that I don’t think were the kind God talks about.

So I take note from those who do change effortlessly. And with grace. 
Summer is never indecisive about transitioning into fall. In fact, it owns that shit. And shows off while it's at it (hello colors and leaves and pure BEAUTY).
Even fall doesn't complain about losing what it's known for. About losing the attention. Fall isn't afraid to be stripped down, left bare or commit to withstand the winter. Fall just lets it happen. Cause spring will eventually come and bring new light. New fruit. New beauty. And It knows that.

So, what really is our resistance, then?
Why do we resist color, bare, new hope?
Why does that not draw us in-- more than repel us?
Why are we not running toward that kind of beauty?
Full speed ahead?