verb (used with object), changed, changing.

  1. to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone: to change one’s name; to change one’s opinion; to change the course of history.
  1. to transform or convert (usually followed by into):
    The witch changed the prince into a toad.
  1. to substitute another or others for; exchange for something else, usually of the same kind:
    She changed her shoes when she got home from the office.
  1. to give and take reciprocally; interchange:
    to change places with someone.
  1. to transfer from one (conveyance) to another:
    You’ll have to change planes in Chicago.
  1. to give or get an equivalent amount of money in lower denominations in exchange for:
    to change a five-dollar bill.
  1. to give or get foreign money in exchange for:
    to change dollars into francs.
  1. to remove and replace the covering or coverings of:
    to change a bed.
  1. to remove a dirty diaper from (a baby) and replace it with a clean one:
    new parents, learning to change a baby.

verb (used without object), changed, changing.

  1. to become different:
    Overnight the nation’s mood changed.
  1. to become altered or modified:
    Colors change if they are exposed to the sun.
  1. to become transformed or converted (usually followed by into):
    The toad changed back into a prince.
  1. to pass gradually into (usually followed by to or into):
    Summer changed to autumn.
  1. to switch or to make an exchange:
    If you want to sit next to the window, I’ll change with you.

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Change is one of those things you either love or hate. There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground when it comes to change. Although from what I can gather, more people seem to hate it than love it.

Fear it in fact.

Why is it so?

Me, I use to resist change to the nth degree. I immensely disliked the feeling of change in my body. Actually, it irked me tremendously, on all levels.

Now, not so much.

What’s the point really?
Resisting change?
I can’t stop it from happening. No matter how hard I try.
Clenching my teeth is of no value either.

Change is change.

Change is one of those inevitable things. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not.  It will take place inside you. It will take place all around you.

Be assured.

So why enlist change as the enemy?

When it makes the whole transition way harder than it needs to be.

From the moment we are conceived change takes place and continues to take place until we die. There’s not much about us that isn’t constantly changing. We are continually in a state of flux. Our environment is continually in a state of flux. The universe is in a state of flux.

So why do so many people despise change?

Where does that come from?

In this case, I don’t believe it’s due to conditioning.
It’s one of the rare topics in which conditioning doesn’t appear to control some aspect of it. I could be mistaken though.

I get that there is increments of change, a little change to the extremes of change. Or, change you’ve chosen to make or an unexpected change.

You’d think then, some change would be more tolerable than others, especially a change you have chosen to make. From where I sit, change is change. Doesn’t matter how big it is or isn’t, it’s still change and the same irksome feelings are present, regardless of its size.

Or used to be.

As I said previously, I’m much more relaxed when it comes to change now, than I used to be.

In fact, I welcome change. For without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today nor would I continue to evolve as the being I evolve to be.

Life would be meaningless without change.

So how did I get to this place of calm and contentment with change in my life?

Firstly, I recognised all parts of myself are significant to me. My light, my dark, my good, my bad, my hero, my victim and so forth. Ignoring or denying any of them the right to be here is like cutting off a piece of me and walking around incomplete.

Therefore, owning who I be is paramount, for I am forever changing.

To do that took a continual letting go of, a surrender to it being exactly as it is meant to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

It is what it is.

With both of these, owning who I be and letting go, sure, there are times I still have feelings towards change taking place. What I no longer do is resist them or the change taking place, like I once did. I allow myself to feel into it, then trust my intuition from there. I can always choose to change what’s changing, if something doesn’t feel safe, good, like the best thing for me at the time.

I guess there’s one answer right there.

Letting go. In order for change to take place, there is a loss, a giving up of something.

Being the creatures of habit we are, giving something up, for something else, (better or worse – is yet to be seen), doesn’t come naturally to us. Hence the fear of change is more about the fear of the unknown.

Ah ha, so then, what it does comes down to is control or the lack thereof, when change is imminent. It’s the lack of control we struggle with most.

That’s where trust steps in. Trusting once more in it being exactly as it is meant to be.

In my life, right now, there is great change taking place. I can feel it in my bones. Ok, I can feel it in my body that’s for sure and possibly my bones too.

Change involving all facets of my being.

Such as, my health – I can feel my body healing. My energy is improving – finally! I can see the changes too.

My purpose – I can deeply feel the love I have for myself. The love of my complete being. Not some surface dweller attempting to sedate me with promises of grander things and living only in the light. Deep, intimate love and gratitude for who I be and how I chose to show up in this world, silver linings and all, in the continued state of metamorphosis – change I’m in.

My mission – changes taking place there too. A reconnection with why I’m here on this Earth and what I’ve come here to do. You’ll see evidence of this, trusting, sooner than later.

On and on the changes go.


I may be a creature of habit. I am also a creature of creation and that’s what change brings about. An opportunity to create. A blank canvass or a remodelling of a former work of art.

How do you feel about change?
Do you have any other ideas why so many of us fear change?
Or are you a lover of change?


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