The Changeover Link

Let the changeover break your heart wide open, because that is the only way to let the light in. Have you experienced a major changeover in your life? Share your story in the comments below. You never know who might be standing in their own rubble, needing to hear that the collapse is not the end—it’s the beginning.

Let yourself change.

For you, it might be the phone call that ends a decade-long marriage. It might be the pink slip that arrives via impersonal email. It might be a diagnosis. It might be the quiet, horrifying realization that your children have grown up and you no longer recognize yourself in the mirror without their small hands reaching for you. The Changeover

And that’s the secret. The changeover isn't a single event. It's a way of living. You don't go through a changeover and then arrive at a permanent destination. You learn to dance with the demolition. When the dust finally settles—and I promise you, it does settle—you will not recognize yourself. But in the best possible way. Let the changeover break your heart wide open,

I can tell you that the worst of it—the raw, weeping-in-the-shower phase—lasted about four months. The rebuilding—the tentative, hopeful, "maybe I'll try that pottery class" phase—lasted two years. And the integration—the phase where you finally look in the mirror and recognize the stranger as yourself—is actually ongoing. It never really ends. You never know who might be standing in