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“hey, little lady, how’s the big change?”
the words travelled across the street to where i was walking with my daughter. we were hauling bags full of snacks for her first week away at university. the voice belonged to a little man in sticky black leather overalls who hangs out in front of the local magic mushrooms dispensary. every time i see him, he asks me to tell him a story about something interesting that’s happening in my life.
looking over, i had to take a moment. for a 50-year-old woman, there’s only one big change that comes to mind and i was wondering why he was yelling about it for everyone to hear.
“the school, the school, ready for the school?” he was bouncing up and down, the leather tight around his knees, smiling, pointing at my daughter and reminding me that, when i saw him the day before, the something that was happening in my life was that she was leaving for school that weekend.
he had asked me if i liked it when things changed and i had said yes, change was good. cool, in fact. but as my daughter packed her suitcase and excitedly facetimed with friends who were leaving home too, making shopping lists that consisted of kettles, mini fridges and candy, it became clear that, while i may fancy myself as that slick just-roll-with-it person who likes — no, invites! — change and embraces new things with glee, i’m not quite that.
change is hard and takes courage
it’s not that i want things to be the same — that’s boring and suffocating and well, not really living. but change is damn hard and takes courage, even if it is the good kind. when it’s the bad kind, it often means pulling from deep inside yourself just to get through each day.
a year before i was diagnosed with leukemia, i had my second child, was adjusting to life as a mom with little sleep, and had moved from a full-time job to fluctuating contract work. once i had the whole parenting thing down, i also had a leukemia diagnosis under my belt, my dad was being crushed by dementia, and my brother began radiation for advanced liver cancer. then came the end of my marriage. it was an edgy mix of good and bad change, with the good stuff — warm babies with chubby arms, a challenging job doing what i love, a chance to figure out what i needed in a partner — propping me up a bit to manage the bad. but only just. there were many rocky moments where i was sure it was only a matter of time until all that was different took me down.