Change is a strange thing. Sometimes it’s good, but sometimes it’s bad. Sometimes it’s easy, and sometimes change is hard. Recently, I added a new “sometimes” to the list: Sometimes I forget I changed at all.
The other day I was in one of the family Zoom calls that have become a part of daily life for so many people, including me. I was talking about a subject (that I’m not going into here) and shared a lot of what I knew with the others on the call. The discussion came to an end as they do, and we moved onto other topics.
After we hung up, my wife commented on how I used to hold the opposite belief of what I just talked about at length.
Honestly, it was an uncomfortable experience. I completely forgot about the change I’d undergone over the last 20 years or so.
To say it again, it was uncomfortable facing the idea that I once held a belief that is diametrically opposed to what I understand now. As I’m writing this well after the conversation, it’s making me feel uncomfortable all over again.
Change is a normal part of life, and in one way or another I occasionally encourage others to do it, given the “everyone has an opinion” information climate we live in now. This experience, though, has given me a renewed understanding about just how difficult that can be.
I have to remember this.