I hate change.
I am a planner.
I like to know just what’s coming, when it will be here, and what kind of package it will arrive in.
I don’t do well when life throws me curve balls.
I tend to get overly involved in what-if’s when I have to make decisions that could ultimately be the wrong decisions.
I examine every angle of a situation and then figure out the worst possible scenario and dwell on it, neglecting the good that could come out of it.
I enjoy being set on a path and walking or running down it, just as long as it doesn’t diverge somewhere along the way.
But, alas, life is change.
My path is diverging.
I am at a fork in the road and unfortunately, cannot just stand here forever withering and waiting.
I must pick a path and walk, run, sprint even, knowing that in the end…
change is best.