Robin Sharma’s book The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari sits on an older bookshelf. It’s still intact, if not worn from travel during a lifetime that endures change.
Change is hard. It gets messy. Eventually, things work out. Just when the light from the end of the tunnel becomes an answer to prayers, the view gets blocked by an oncoming freight train. The good news is that the train is slow. It’s possible to move forward with a plan to squeeze by. Change is the default expectation. I’ve learned to embrace it.