August was a month of changes for our household. All were unexpected. They include:
- Our youngest son dropping out of college, getting a new job and moving out
- New jobs for three family members
- New hours and schedules
- An unexpected medical diagnosis requiring surgery post haste
- Medical bills not covered by insurance
- My husband’s company, where he’s worked for 16 years, announced it’s closing its doors in December.
By the time August wound down it kinda felt like, Now what?
It’s not that I dislike change per se. I mean, hey. I enjoy a surprise! party or event as much as the next person. As long as I know about it in advance. And yeah, a little shake up can be just what’s needed to jump-start a body out of a rut or a boring routine. Change can add a little perspective and some zippity-doo-dah, zippity-ay.
But when major “unexpecteds” blindside you all once, one on top of another, it’s a bit disorienting.
You’re trying to adjust to one change– mentally, emotionally, physically, geographically, relationally – when a herd of others comes charging down the pike like Secretariat rounding the final turn at the Belmont Stakes.
My motto is usually A place for everything, and everything in its place. I’m big on organizing. Planning ahead. In triplicate. I mean, I have contingency plans for the contingency plan. Appointments and meetings calendared months in advance. I do not do last minute. Or chaos. No, I don’t always want to know where I’m going. Just usually.
So taking on a new challenge, goal or change can be invigorating when it’s something you’ve chosen and/or anticipate. You can work up to it. Prepare accordingly. But when a big change is suddenly dropped on you out of the blue, without your input or consent, that’s a different story.
How do you cope? What do you do next? Which end is up? How much change is too much? Has my Hershey’s stash run out?
Did I mention chocolate?
Image credit – Secretariat