There are frozen blueberries in my breakfast this morning. I froze them fresh last August. They make me think of summer. Oh how I miss summer. The long days, the high heat, and the ability to see the sunshine from about 6:30am to 11:00pm. I think winter is laughing at me, because it's snowing today and a good 10 degrees colder than freezing. Wasn't the first day of spring this past weekend or am I missing something? When will the change come? When will the day come when I don't have to wear sweat pants under my skirt, two sweaters under winter jacket and an extra pair of socks?

Change.

I have recently had a few conversations with people around the topic of change. The consensus is, it's a very scary thing. I agree. Moving from where I am, to where I want to be is a lot easier in theory than it is in practice.

I think about change all the time. Where I want to be, where I want to travel, the changes I will need to make in order to accommodate the lifestyle I want...and yet, they are all words, because I continue to sit here and do nothing about it. It seems easier. For now at least.

I have come to realize that the biggest change of all comes when a number of little steps are taken, all in the same direction. When I take one small step tomorrow that will create another step the next day, change is occurring. These small steps seem easier to deal with and I am better equipped to handle the situation - one small step at a time. I often times don't know what the next step is, or where it's going to lead me. That's ok. At least it's movement.

A colleague of mine is at a cross-roads. On the hunt for a new job, she is unhappy where she is, and hopes to find something new that will challenge her again. A couple days ago, she received a phone call for a company out west, and the fear started as well as the excuses. Everything you can imagine came forth as to why she couldn't take the job, should she get it. The change would be too great.

Fear is the tag along friend of change; Although fear isn't really a friend at all. Fear is the voice in your head that puts you down and says nasty things about you. Fear is the hold that prevents us from getting more of what we want out of life. Fear is....an opportunity to be courageous. Although fear seems to come along uninvited, it doesn't need to control or dictate my thoughts and actions. I allow fear to take that control.

I will wait for summer, as I know the earth is slowly tilting back towards the sun. Small steps, every day. Soon I won't have to eat frozen blueberries - I can eat them fresh from the container.