Change. It’s inevitable, but sometimes it’s within our power to make change happen if we have enough nerve. Sometimes we’re forced to make it happen and sometimes we choose the path of change.
You know that saying the grass is always greener on the other side? I want to know who came up with that. I think it’s just some sick joke to make me think there are bigger, better things out there. I know different. Because even though I’m peering over the white picket fence into the pasture, I see some dead spots in that green grass. That’s the choices I made to change something about my life and failed miserably. Where the really tall grass is? That’s the stuff I changed and actually got right. You’ll notice there isn’t a lot of that. 😐
I guess what I’m saying here, in a roundabout weird way that’s really rather convoluted because I can’t really say what I want to say… (grin) is that sometimes when tempted by something that sounds too good to be true? Well, it is. But I took a chance on it anyway and I see now that it was probably a mistake. The grass, as it turns out, is a big giant dead spot. I feel stuck. Rooted to this spot, rain or shine. Waiting and watching for something else or something new to happen.
I know what I want to do and that’s the really scary thing. I have obligations and people to take care of. I can’t do the most impulsive thing I really want to do. Instead, I have to the be responsible adult. I have to pay the bills on time. I have to sit and wait. I have to bide my time. And while I’m biding my time, I’ll begin to plant some seeds. I’ll try to keep them watered and watch them grow. And maybe, just maybe, the grass will be green again.
One can only hope.