We all experience change, every single day. The morning light turns into afternoon and into a dark evening after the sun sets, overnight a new day is dawned, and then the cycle happens again. Is it the routine of the same cycle every day that lulls us into thinking that change is not happening? 2020 has definitely served up some disruptive change to all that we have known, about life, about working, about health and safety, and about what matters most.

Part of the change for me was welcoming home my daughter from college last March, before the end of her freshman year. And enjoying spending time with her all summer since her summer job at University of Arkansas as an orientation leader was cancelled, due to orientation moving online. It was a delight to see how much college had changed her, how she chose to persevere through the ups and downs of doing everything for herself, including packing up her dorm room by herself with two days notice, and figuring out where all of her things would go, given we live over eight hours away and she didn’t have a car. She was resourceful and figured it out. I felt a sense a pride for her willingness to accept the change and push through, on her own.

After I settled her back into her home on campus in August and moved my son into his new apartment at Auburn the following week, I faced another transition. One that I was not prepared for. I came home from Auburn and felt empty. I felt lonely and lost, wondering what I was to do with all my free time. No more dinners in front of the TV binge watching Netflix together. No more walks around Richland Creek solving relationship challenges together. I wondered a little aimlessly through a couple of days, feeling unsure of my footing and how I was to spend my time. I sat quietly on my front porch on the third day after work, breathing in the clean air and staring at the sky. And then, it happened. I realized that I was right where I needed to be, settling into my empty nest, again, not knowing how long it would last this time. And all of the things I treasure came flooding back to the front of my mind– I could read a book, hike with friends, watch a movie, paddle board on the lake, and play golf. Whenever I wanted. And once again, I looked forward to the spontaneity of each next day, welcoming the change that I could create.

How have you weathered the change that is inherent in life? I was honored to spend some time with Sean recently, who publishes a podcast called Stories That Empower. Check out the episode here, and learn tips and tricks of how I have learned to persevere through change. May my words validate your story and hopefully inspire you to embrace the change that is our daily life.

After all, if nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies….