History Repeats.

It's interesting to find one's self in a predicament that is almost identical to where one was two years ago. Almost two years ago exactly. And exactly identical, really. What would have happened if we had "stuck to our guns" when the original mess occurred not so long ago? If we had continued on the road that was uncomfortable yet also brought a sense of peace? We didn't. We chose the comfortable, familiar road. Because we could. Because it was offered to us. And we went back. Years go by so quickly, it doesn't seem like it's been two years, but it has. And here we are again. And what will we chose this time, if comfort and familiarity are offered back to us? I don't know... We say that we wouldn't go back.

Change is usually good for us. Not always, but usually. It's usually something that will make us better, stronger, etc... so why do we want to resist it? Why is it so terrifying? I like change, in a way, because it's exciting. But it's not easy. It takes up so much space in my mind. I am not the sort of person who likes not having a plan. In other words, I am the sort of person who LIKES a plan. I'm a planner. Not always a follow-through-er, but a planner nonetheless. So when I don't have a plan, or I don't know whats coming, it's a bit stressful. Too much change, all at once, when I have too much going on already.