I hate uncertainty. I like life when I'm planned, when things are absolutely known for the next six months, and when I can define who and what I am.
So, of course, the Universe decides I need to change this (and I do). My life fell apart and not one area, not one, is certain. Sacred cows I'd believed about myself have been tipped. It's like someone took a stick of dynamite to everything. It's been that way for the last six months or so.
However, uncertainty and even crisis can mean great growth and change. So, I've been trying not to freak out or complain when life isn't doing what it should be doing, according to moi, and just rolling with it or actually inviting uncertainty to come and visit
. I've been starting each day with a kind of prayer: "More change, please! Bring it on, life!" And it does. This isn't my natural inclination; not my anal retentive, overly planned way, but god, do I feel alive. And maybe that's far more important.