The Impact of Change
The Impact of Change
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I landed back in Ireland on Monday and it rained for the week, more or less. Welcome home, son, the land said to me, and I asked her if she could have put in a bit more effort for my return. Sure you should take me as I am, she says, and I nodded back to her, knowing she was right. If I wanted her to be any other way then it wouldn’t be her I loved at all, but a different version of her I had in my own head.
The grass is wet but full-HD green and the dog is happy to see me. There are tears behind my eyes because I will miss my life in Spain but already the engines of opportunity are stirring and the emails are flying in and dates are being locked down. I will miss the quiet weeks in time but for now it is nice to have the decision to move home reaffirmed.
It is easy to know whether a decision is right or wrong. The universe turns to you and tells you either way. The energy flows. The intuitive gut sings or screams at you. It is easy to know if you learn how to listen in the right way. And two years ago my choice to move to Barcelona was the right one. Life sung off the page at me. And now again, I think the decision to move back to Ireland was the right one, despite the sadness I have for having to leave.
Change happens. And it makes us uncomfortable. There’s so much admin. No one ever talks about the admin. But it always gets taken care of so that’s most likely why. No amount of administration has ever hindered great change. If it is to happen it will.
And how are you in all of this? That is to say, how am I? A place I thought I had outgrown suddenly fits again. And I realise that I never outgrew it, but rather, I had never grown into it. The shape of it didn’t match my own and I thought I was too big, that this is what the problem was. But it never was. And now we’re here again, and the place’s form matches my own more easily. There’s work to be done but there also quiet afternoons to be had. If we can strike this balance I think we’ll be doing alright.