On August 16, 2023

Cosmic Catalogue: Things change

 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. And while things may have had a stable or stagnant quality to them, believe me, they are indeed changing.

When we think about change, we tend to look for the big events. Strange though, isn’t it? So few of us actually enjoy being on the rollercoaster that life sometimes puts us on. Yet, time and time again, there is something within us that when we decide we want change, we want to get to the end goal or outcome instantaneously. Do we secretly long for drama? Or are we just avoidant to going through due process or the pain that is sometimes required to heal?
Change is a process. It starts with an inner knowing. Sometimes it’s not even an inner knowing. Sometimes it’s a prophecy that comes from God, or whomever. Sometimes we just make a choice, seemingly out of the blue without supposed due logic or reasoning. I personally love those prophesied choices the most. The ones you don’t agonize over. The power of the decision is profound. Once reached, execution to said outcome or desire becomes amazingly simple. Let the bolt out of the blue lead you to an authentic choice or path this week.

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