A Love Hate Relationship

Often when change is upon me, a feeling of dread ensues. A feeling similar to that of finding myself on top of a very tall diving board surrounded by a sea of blue with a sound of a clock in the distance going tick, tock, tick, tock.

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Cameron's Resort is an example of this feeling. I rented this shoebox of a cabin on the Washington coast for twenty five years. I was the first renter and the last. And then it happened... the sold sign appeared. I knew it was inevitable and yet I felt a sense of loss. This tiny cabin knew all my secrets and I knew its. There was a sense of comfort knowing I would find the sky blue melamine plates on the second shelf in the cupboard awaiting my arrival along with the pint size 1950's Frigidaire stove to cook my latest feast. But then again, if the cabin hadn't been sold, I never would have met RubyJoy, my kindred spirit on wheels. A match made in heaven.

...Last month I realized I had been suffering from a malady know as "vacation drought." Nine years to be exact. To rectify the situation, I packed my bags and made a beeline to my happy place south of the border. Wow, change was waiting for me the second my toes hit the sand. It felt like a slap in my face. The beach was no longer a quiet place where I could linger over a margarita and a bowl of chips in solitude. The streets were lined with cars, banners, dogs and people. It took me two days to recover from the shock and after I caught my breath, I realized I still loved my happy place. It hadn't changed. I had.

This is a time of change. If you tune into the news, you know. While we can't hide our heads in the sand, we can fill our hearts with hope. While it might feel difficult, anything is possible. Spring is coming. I am starting to plan my garden. Change isn't the bad guy. It is how we look at change that makes the difference.