It’s like gum on your shoe….
We’ve been in our new home in Michigan for about 6 weeks now and I love it. Love it. Everything about it.
It’s weird because I dreaded leaving our house in Colorado. I adored that house and even though I was ready to move to our new life, I was clinging to that house right up until the very last minute. In fact, as I did my final walk-through, I sat down on the toilet in our master bath and bawled my eyes out.
Now that it’s in the rear view mirror, I have some thoughts on that whole clinging thing. It’s a beautiful house. We designed it from the ground up. We made every decision right down to the drip edge and the door knobs. It was mine. It represented my success. A beautiful custom-built, mountain home in a beautiful setting, close to a ski resort. My American dream. Hard to let go of that kind of symbol.
The funny thing is, I haven’t thought about that house once in the last 6 weeks. Haven’t missed it for one second. How can that be, when I was in such pain when I had to leave it?
Here’s what it teaches me: letting go is the key to happiness. Think of all of the stuff that we cling to; that we can’t imagine giving up or leaving or changing. The stuff we hold onto is endless. It’s hard to imagine a life without booze/job/lover/house/destructive and unhealthy habits/income/lifestyle/church/TV and the list goes on and on.
It’s like walking around with something clinging to the bottom of your shoe. That irritating feeling when you get gum on your shoe and it sort of sticks with every other step. You’re constantly looking down, scuffing along, trying to get that goddamned gum OFF YOUR SHOE. That’s how clinging feels. Distracting, annoying, nagging, sticky.
Make the change, walk away, scrape that shit off your shoe and guess what? Life goes on. Every time I’ve made a major change in my life, it was scary and overwhelming and produced “what the hell am I thinking” nightmares, but it’s always turned out fine. No, it’s turned out great. I’ve grown and learned and adapted and morphed and evolved. And I always ask myself, “What took so long?”.
Change isn’t all that scary. It’s the thought and the planning and the worrying about change that creeps us out. Think about something that you knew you COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT and now you do. It could be a person or a material possession or a home or a job or an addiction. You can live without it. In fact, you will thrive. You will grow.
If you’re in a situation where you’re squatting between what is and what will be, project 6 months forward and envision your life. You’ll see that all of this is behind you and you’re in your new place on your new path. Feel good?
It is good. You’ll love it. Change isn’t scary. Change is life.