Change is scary (especially when it’s a reminder that everything is actually always in flux).
I tend to freak out at first, the my self-righting mechanism kicks in — which has just happened, so I’m fine. Things’ll work out, whatever that looks like. Historical precedent in my life says that each progression is even better than what went before.
Sorry for being vague; I have the liberty here to share my inner state but not the details.
