The Shocking Reality of Everyday Change
We were made for change and yet we resist it. Our bodies shed skin every twenty one days and its possible to change the habit of a lifetime in the same period. Why then do we humans have such existential angst when dealing with unexpected change? I used to be that kind of person, when some amendment or alteration to a plan was needed, I didn’t like it and tried to identify the cause and apportion blame. But this lifestyle is built on change so now if there’s a hiccup or need for redirection, I take it as a good thing, an opportunity to do something different or go somewhere new. Change is all too often equated with loss rather than gain, whereas the truth is they are inextricably linked as the Yin and Yang of the same ancient currency. Sometimes what appears as a loss leads us to an unexpected gain.
Next week we have an eclipse of the sun, an anvient harbinger of changing times.
A solid foundation of my travelling lifestyle is trust. That is, trusting my intuition and whenever I try to rationalise “Maybe I should take it, maybe I should…’ it never works for me. Recently, a house sitting opportunity arose that felt right, in fact it seemed like a clear sign to move in a new direction. It meant changing plane schedules and because it was last minute, finding an alternative means of accomodation for a few days in between. In other words, an hotel.
I’m prejudiced against hotels and in the past I’ve seen them as cold impersonal stops for itinerants. But where did such a view come from? My grandmother, the dominant family matriarch. My Nana had a much younger sister, Aunt Bessie, an independent woman before her time who travelled the world on her own and-saints preserve us- frequently lived in hotels!
“ Aunt Bessie!” it was the particular emphasis on her name which told me she was different. Fluent in French, Spanish and Italian, a family legend states that she rejected an offer of marriage from a Spanish suitor by sending him a set of silver hairbrushes with an engraving in Spanish that said “If you think I’m going to marry you, you need to get your brains brushed”
You have to admit she had style- and frequently lived in hotels, even when visiting her family.
Next month I’ll be in Paris, staying briefly in a hotel before beginning my house sits. I look forward to my first glass of champagne on French soil which I will raise in toast to my Aunt Bessie, role model extraordinaire!