Dear Reader,
I’ve always struggled with change.
Maybe you have too.
There’s something incredibly comfortable about familiarity. The routines we know. The patterns we fall into. Even when they aren’t necessarily good for us, they’re predictable. Safe. The blanket of complacency is one of the comfiest things I tend to wrap myself in. It’s warm, it’s familiar, and it asks very little of me.
But the truth is, change is inevitable.
Every year, whether we’re ready for it or not, winter gives way to spring. The air softens. The trees begin to bloom again. Little green leaves appear where there was once nothing but bare branches. And no matter how resistant we might feel to change in our own lives, the world quietly reminds us that transformation is part of the rhythm of living.
Spring has been teaching me something lately.
Change means growth, and if I use the word growth, change is easier for me to swallow.
Growth rarely feels comfortable while it’s happening. Seeds have to break open before they grow. Roots push through hard soil before they can anchor something strong. And sometimes the life we want requires letting go of the life that feels easiest to stay in.
I wish I could say I welcome change with open arms, but if I’m being honest with you, I usually resist it first. I analyze it, question it, try to negotiate with it. But eventually, like the seasons, it moves forward anyway.
And maybe that’s the beauty of it.
Spring doesn’t ask permission to arrive. It just does.
So, if you’re reading this and you feel like you’re standing on the edge of something new, whether that’s recovery, healing, growth, or simply trying again, I want you to know you’re not alone in the discomfort of change. It’s messy. It’s uncertain. It’s vulnerable.
But it’s also where new life begins.
Maybe this season isn’t asking us to have everything figured out. Maybe it’s simply inviting us to loosen our grip on what’s comfortable and allow something new to take root.
And maybe, just maybe, that small shift is where real growth starts. No matter what stage of Recovery I’m in, I always find myself changing with the seasons.
Until next time,
Loula Foundation 🌱
Its a New year