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Change is Risky Business

At one time in my life, Saturday nights were reserved for Trading Spaces and a glass of white wine.  th-1

I owned a bookstore at the time, and looked forward to unwinding at the end of a long work week.  Two out of four Saturdays per month, I would be alone, while the children visited their father.

Burned by a string of bad relationships, I had sworn off men, and thought my life was quite satisfying, until my then teenagers filed in one Saturday night and confronted my routine:

“Mom!  You can’t just lie on the couch every Saturday night and watch renovation shows!  It’s depressing!”

“But I like this show….”

“Seriously, Mom – if you don’t make a change, we’re not coming home anymore!”

Had my life really digressed so pathetically?   My children’s reaction made me take a closer look.  As a retailer, I worked long hours, which consumed much of my life.  When I wasn’t watching TV, I tended to have my nose in a book – mostly self-help oriented.  Perhaps my life did lack colour, but change is so difficult – where was I to start?th-2

I decided that for real change to occur, I needed to take a risk.  For eight years I had been carrying around a business card in my wallet with the name and number of an improv company who did Murder Mysteries.  Not even certain if they were still in business, I dialed the number and found out that they were holding auditions the following Wednesday.  Scared as I was, I decided to go through with it.  The audition was two hours long and within a week I found out I was in.

In the meantime, I had always wanted to take dance lessons, and I learned from a friend that a local bar was offering free salsa lessons once a week, so I put that in my calendar.

Being in a relationship was not an option for me at the time – it was a commitment I had made to myself – however; I did miss some of the things that came with being a couple, so I decided to start up a friendship club with the single men and women that I knew were not into dating at the time.   Amazingly, all it took was a few phone calls and my weekends were filled up with potlucks, movie nights, and bowling.  th-3

My kids had been right:  my life had become depressing; I just couldn’t see it.  Thanks to them, and the willingness on my part to take risks, life turned around.

Sometimes, when life starts to stagnate, we need to make changes.  What things have you done to break out of complacency?

 

 

 

 

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V.J. Knutson

Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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