When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.  ~Shauna Niequist

I read both of Shauna’s books last Fall, Cold Tangerines and Bittersweet. This particular quote was found on the back of Bittersweet, and I immediately loved the quote. With everything I have been dealing with, this just summed it up. Life isn’t all a box of chocolates, sometimes we are handed some pretty bitter stuff. But I came to realize early on that it’s all just a lesson in life. The trials we face are nothing more than the means to grow as people. To evolve into who we are meant to be. Life is a beautiful thing, and the sooner we can face everything that comes our way with that mentality, the better off we’ll be.

Change is probably the hardest thing for me to accept and do. Because change brings about the unknown. It’s bittersweet. No matter how much I may be looking forward to the sweet, I also have to deal with the bitterness that is a part of it as well. For the past several months, I’ve been working towards changes in my life. Moving on. But now that these changes are actually starting to occur, even though it’s everything I’ve been working for, I’m sensing a bit of the bitterness involved. I know it’s time, and I’m looking forward to it. But I’m going to miss a lot of what I’m leaving behind.

Today is my last day at the only job I’ve ever really known for the past 5.5 years. I know I need to move on. Not only because I need a full time income, but I’m just ready. But I’m going to miss all the people. The bitter. I’m looking forward to my new job, I’ll be back where I was before I left 12 years ago. Same job, different company. The sweet. I’m also looking forward to the freedom that will come with the change. And although I know I’m on the right path, and I’ll be happier, it doesn’t make it easy. But I’ve learned to embrace change. To accept what is. And move forward.

Last night, we had another decent sized snowfall. Bittersweet. I love snow. It’s so pretty, especially the snow we just got. The way it hung onto all the branches. But I hate driving in it, shoveling it, all the not so fun stuff. At least this one waited to arrive in mass until after I was home last night!

From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. ~Psalm 61:2

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