There are a whole lot of bumper stickery quotes out there pertaining to change, and none of them do a goddamn thing for me. I don’t do well with the phenomenon of change, and yet, from time to time I crave it like the most urgent and mandatory nutrient. It’s a funny conundrum that drives me a bit mad, but change is like Morse Code to my future, tapping unrelenting and deliberate at the window. Resistance is futile when it comes to change. It’s hot on your heels, sniping you down, sniffing you out, no matter how far and deep you burrow into patterns and tracks of familiarity. You’re doomed, so it’s best to acquiesce, surrender and do as change says.

At my window it’s been knocking for a while, and I know that it knows that I know it’s coming for me. Life’s been feeling too routine as of late, too easy, too predictable, and ultimately, too fucking boring. The time has come to bust a move, to step off the oft-trodden path in order to bend fresh blades of grass beneath my feet and to kick up new whirls of dust. I live in a lovely place, surrounded by lovely views, in a community of lovely people. It’s all just so friggin’ lovely that it makes me want to crawl out of my twitching skin.

My eyes need to scan an unfamiliar vista and dilate a fresh, crisp scene. My ears need to absorb hot mint sounds from a world unknown. My tongue needs to linger on palabras y phrases y verbos nuevos en Español, to curl with the timber and lilt of an unpracticed language. My aquiline nose needs to soak in the breath of unfamiliar markets and beaches and jungles and flesh. My hands, my feet, my body need to animate through new space and my heart needs to fall in love with mystery again. And so I’m leaving. I’m taking the hand of change in mine and heading south, across the border to Mexico for the winter.

Come to think of it, there is a quote about change that I’m fond of. It’s by writer Elizabeth Gilbert, and she calls it “The Physics of the Quest — a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity or momentum.”

It goes like this…

“If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments) and set out on a truth-seeking journey (either externally or internally), and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself... then truth will not be withheld from you."

So yeah, change. Brace yourself. It’s on its way. Vaya con dios amigos.