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I ate salmon

I ate salmon.
Yes, earth shattering news.

In the midst of so much going on.
This is truly insignificant and meaningless.

Or is it.
Here is the thing.
Change, relative to each individual and their world.
But... it means the difference between growing or staying the same.

Fish, makes me sick.
I had a bad experience. (We won't get into it)
I vowed to never, ever, eat it ever again.

These sorts of decisions are limitations.
Simple declarations.
But give it time, and they gain a powerful hold on our mind,

Change can't just be desired.
It has to be experienced.
And generally that means a breaking of something...
Of behaviours, barriers, limitation, decisions, fears...

Which can be physically or psychologically painful.

Like the build up to putting a fork full of pasta filled with salmon past my lips.
It literally forced me to a place that caused so much fear.
I was so convinced for so long about it being one thing.
I didn't like challenging it.
I wanted to live in what I understood.
But what do I understand?
Is it accurate?
Is it always true?

Everyone wants the benefit of change.

Change is so healthy
But most don't really enjoy it.
Its like eating brussels sprouts.

And yet we all love the reward of change.
The moment of growth, of revelation, of freedom
The newness.

I don't want to live in a place of old.
Never challenging myself
Never changing.
Life is to short to always stay in the safeness of what we have grown accustom to.
Don't freak out.
I don't plan to make unwise or reckless decisions.
I am a cautious adventurer after all ;)
And there is a thing called wisdom.

But I think its important to keep a teachable open heart & mind.
Challenging ones self in the why behind the what.
Change.
Celebrate the little victories.
Even if its just eating something you think you hate.
Why?
Because we won't grow unless we change.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
2 Corinthians 5:17
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