Letting go is hard, but the weathered birdhouse and the vine belong to the birds, bumble bees, and butterflies that show up every spring to enjoy them.
I want to make it to the other side of change. On the other side of change I am in a new home, nesting and making it perfect just for me - not for some potential buyer. On the other side of change I am done with inspections, repairs, and strangers walking through my home at a moment's notice. On the other side of change, I have lots of cash to pad my bank account and fund new dreams. On the other side of change I don't have to vacuum everyday. If I want to leave my bed unmade I can. I can sleep as late as I want, and then sit around all Saturday morning drinking coffee. I can leave my shoes by the door or track mud through the house. Melvin and Rudy can relax and enjoy their old age with long, uninterrupted naps. On the other side of change I can create a new garden. I can meet my new neighbors. On the other side of change I can look forward and make new memories. I can't wait to make it to the other side of change.
___________________________________________________________________________________
"Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become."
~ unknown ~