A Little Change

I have never really been one for change.  I am always comfortable with the way things are, even if I am not content with them.  I like to know where everything is and how everything is.  When change comes, so does my anxiety.

I have not been pleased with the way that my room has looked for a few years.  Yet, I never did anything about it.  Everyday I would wake up to pictures of people who are no longer my friends, walk around to see reminders of friends who are no longer there, and go to sleep with the images of friends that I am no longer in touch with.  Every visual in my room was of places and people that do not bring happy memories.  Each picture was a reminder of loneliness and pain that I had to go through before I could get to be the person that I am today.

It has been three years and I am pleased to announce that there are only good memories in my room now.  The pictures are current and of people who mean the world to me.  My people, my life.

I was fearful of changing the appearance of my room.  I felt like it was going to trigger some sort of change that would be irreparable.  But it didn't.

A little change never hurt anybody.