I’ve never been a girl to embrace change.
In my 9th grade year, my parents bought an empty lot and had plans drawn up for a new house. It was across town and meant I’d have to go to a new high school. Before they ever broke ground, they made sure I was okay with moving to the new high school.
How hard could changing schools be? I’d still be in the same town. No problem, I told them. So house building began.
As 9th grade came to an end, I told my friends I’d be moving to the other high school. I signed yearbooks recalling all the crazy fun we’d had together. We took pictures and hugged and promised to keep in touch.
That summer, our family moved into the new house and all was well.
Until two weeks before my 10th grade year.
I went to my mom and broke down crying. “I don’t want to change schools. I want to stay with my friends,” I sobbed.
What a gem my mom is. She began to make phone calls, we met with principals and the week before school started, I got permission to stay at my old high school.
While I was able to skirt that transition, I’m facing one unavoidable change after another next month.
Need to know you’ll have your joy back? I’m guest posting today at (in)courage and would love you to join me to read the rest.
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