In a few days’ time, I will be undergoing a massive lifestyle change: I will be going from working full-time to part-time, from 40 hours per week, to 24. My husband and I have done some reorganizing of priorities in the last few months, and this was the outcome.
If you do not change your direction, you may end up where you are heading. ~Lao Tzu
I’m really excited. And nervous. Terrified. I’m feeling blessed, and at the same time, mourning the change in my career. Sure, I will still be doing more or less the same work, but… well, there’s something about the way people look at another person who says, “I work half-day.” Its not a nice look.
And yet, it just doesn’t matter anymore, what “people” think.
So Monday will be my first half-day. Its a surreal change. They say change can be as good as a holiday. It can also be as scary as a ride through hell on the back of a fire-breathing dragon. With horns. A fire-breathing dragon with horns, definitely.
So I’ve recently discovered a coping mechanism for change, that I use when I can feel anxiety settling down on my chest. (which is often these days)
I ask myself a pair of questions, and the answers determine the extent of this so-called crisis:
1. Will I die?
No. That settles that then.
2. Is God still on the throne?
Yes. That settles that then.
It’s pretty simple then, to tell myself to calm the hell down, for goodness sake, it’s going to be all right.
Nothing happens, until the pain of remaining the same outweighs the pain of change. ~Arthur Burt