About a year after we started dating, I moved to PA to be near Hubs (then just Mr. Boyfriend). When I moved into an apartment in West Chester, he bought me blue glasses for the kitchen, a gift that would keep on giving. You see, he misread the label on the box. He thought each box of glasses came with 4. Hoping to buy me a full set of 12, he purchased 3 boxes. Well, there were actually 12 cups in each box and I ended up with a whopping 36 glasses.
The purchase became a running joke in our house. But this year, something interesting has happened….we’ve broken plenty of the glasses, given away a few, and worn out the rest. The stockpile is lingering. So much so that I will need to discard what remains and purchase a new set of 12 glasses.
The strange thing about this change reminds me about change. I know, I know, it’s just a bunch of cups….but I can’t help but think about the cups and how they are a symbol for change and growth.
I’ve loved these glasses. They’re blue, which makes them unique. They’re fun and remind me of a different time of my life, when Hubs and I were younger and lived a very different kind of existence. Now, we’re parents with plenty of new challenges, opportunities, and growth on the horizon. Everything about our lives feels different: what time we wake up and go to sleep, what we wear, what we do on the weekends, how we make decisions, I mean everything. Sometimes I miss the old us…
Knowing that the glass collection makes me think about who we were when we got them. But knowing they will soon expire has me excited, too. It means I’ll need to buy new glasses and add a different kind of decor to our table styling for holidays and everyday use. I’m feeling slightly nostalgic, but mostly excited.
How dichotomous.
That’s what change is.
A combination.
Disappointment. Loss. Excitement. Anticipation.
I know, I know, it’s just glasses.
But they symbolize something else, don’t they?
Expected change can be good and bad. But, maybe, sometimes, change can be way less scary than I make it out to be. I don’t have to attach myself to the things that are clearly transitioning away. Things become less useful. And we move on. I can let go with gratitude. I can remove emphasis. I can disengage and know it’s going to be ok. I can see change as simply change. It’s a glass in the cupboard that’s worn out and ready to go.
What if I focused on these thoughts for other kinds of change? How much simpler could I make my life? How much more peaceful could I become?
Thinking in this way brings me peace.
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