I used to be a change junkie. I used to mix things up for the simple sake of mixing things up. But I realized recently, I haven’t been changing. Why?
When I looked at it, somewhere there became this fear. Perhaps it was the old consistent job. The 9-5 routine. The biweekly pay cheque. Routine, routine, routine. It’s almost like a drug, regular intervals of the expected ( you could call it a high, or maybe just a feeling of solid ground? ).
And like any other drug, there is this notion of not surviving without it. But you know what?
Change ain’t gonna kill you.
It’s not. You will survive. It might be tight. There might be a stumble. Maybe a few nothes on the belt ( or face ), but non the less, it won’t kill you.
Why would you want to?
Change = Chaos
Creativity = Happy Renaissance
And like they say, when you are quitting anything else. Break the routine. Mix it up. Try gradual. That’s why they’ve got the patch for smokers. Do the same for change.
Change something? Anything. The curtains on your blinds. Wear a piece of clothing you never thought you’d wear. Get a drastic hair cut. For me? I just shaved my mustache.