Oddly Content

Here's something strange that I didn't anticipate after writing for a whole month about change. Now that change has restarted in our lives, I find myself oddly content.

Not stressed.

Not despairing.

Not depressed.

Just. Content.

I suppose I'm trusting that things will work out, as they always have, in a way that is satisfactory, as it always is (always in its own way).

For now, change somehow doesn't feel like a scary monster in the closet (or under the bed).

Change simply is what it is.