I pondered the fresh perspective that I have when I wake up to a crisp autumn day and I consider that it is the “change” that gives me hope anew. Isn’t life like that?
Sometimes, we get shaken out of our current “status quo” by some change. It may be subtle, like the season’s change, or it might be violent, like a hurricane which we sometimes experience here in Florida.
Either way, change brings newness. This newness in itself forces us to go places that we haven’t gone before.
I wonder what would happen if we allowed change every day? Would we be afraid of the chaos of being out of routine?
Or would we reach heights we never dreamed of because of the momentum of sheer movement?