Change

This week I got to see my friend who is in the cohort that is next up for graduation.  I've shared many of my text books with her, and this week I owed her my Moon text.  I was really happy to see her, and in many ways its been a fun part of my MBA getting together with her and another friend who is in the cohort behind her.  We swap stories on professors and share how the program is molding and changing with each class that comes through.  If I were to start the program now, I know it would be a very different experience than having been the first class to come through.  I'm sure that it is a stronger program now, but I wouldn't change the opportunity I had to help shape that first year of the program, and really... how it shaped me.

It wasn't long before we both identified that common thought after such a rigorous plight- What now, or What's next?  My "what's next" should be fairly obvious...

That's what 6.5 months of baby will do to ya...

Anywho... I have a hard time with "the same".  Up until today I called it a problem with contentment, but really I don't think that's what it is... Life is dynamic... to think we can keep some sense of the same, to me feels like a dillusion... a static process to something that is ever shaping.  Having a baby is a handful, and I know I don't know to full story of what I am getting myself into.  At the same time I have all these skills and abilities and passions that I've acquired over the last two years, and largely I've thrown myself into community involvment to feel challenged and growth in the areas that I'm most interested in.

The answer is not there yet, but seasons change... I'm changed and continue to change... and I know life as I know it is about to change.