09/06/2026
Fear of change - I’ve written a lot about it this year. The fear of change, of uncertainty, of being uncomfortable can keep us stuck somewhere for far too long, letting the what ifs take over when you know deep down you need to do something. Here’s some more of my rambling on what I’m learning about life and change.
I remember a few years ago being so stuck and so unable to see how my circumstances could change, and that saying “ If you don’t like where you are, move. You are not a tree” made me mad. I had all the excuses, reasons it wasn’t possible from no money to move, kids too young, too disruptive, so I thought I just had to wait.
One day though it clicked or I’d had enough, and I realised I can do something, I can make changes, maybe not the huge changes I wanted but there were things I could do. I began planning how I wanted my life to be, thinking about what I wanted to spend my precious time on this earth doing, where did I want to live, how did I want life to feel etc.
Turns out making the changes is damn hard, and yes you’ll question every decision you make, and yes it’s disruptive. What I know for sure is that life is far too short to spend it feeling stuck, being where you don’t feel you belong, where you don’t want to be, being in situations that hurt you, drain you, make you feel less than. You are worth facing the fears of change and uncertainty and making the change that lights up your soul. It’s not easy and you don’t have to do it all at once, small changes in your routine can also work wonders.
So, I have moved house twice in 18 months. It’s not been an easy time. Making changes like selling the home your kids grew up in is hard. It was hard but also necessary. I was so stuck there, no room for freedom to do or be what I longed for.
This was the start of the unraveling of messy midlife that Brene Brown writes about. It wasn’t a midlife crisis as some have said. It was stopping being worried about what everyone else thinks and having the courage to live some of the adventures I wanted for myself and the kids, to show up for myself, the kids and for my dreams.
Now that’s not easy, as I’ve said previously growth and change ebb and flow, times of questioning decisions made and wondering what the f*** I’ve done.
The first house we moved to after selling up our home of 13 years was all I could get in a tough rental market and being a single parent, and it wasn’t at all what we wanted or the right location, but we took it as we needed a home. We made it work (with lots of complaining and angst from me), there were some aspects that were good, it gave us space and quiet, so much quiet, a reserve behind the house to go for walks in nature. But the house was wrong for us and stifled the kids' independence, so as soon as the lease ended I started looking again.
Meanwhile though this had given us an opportunity to have two trips overseas visiting family and friends and taking adventures on trains across Europe. Making memories with the kids before they leave the nest. Also as the lease ended my eldest did fly the nest, all the way to Canada so I know I made the right decision in choosing to travel with them while we could.
After months of looking at properties I finally saw this house for literally 5 minutes and thought this was the one. I applied and next thing it’s ours. Over the next two weeks those fears, the fear of another change, of the uncertainty, the questioning got louder and louder. Packing up again was hard, moving to a much smaller house and having to let go of many things was draining. The thought of leaving the quiet of the bush and easy walks in nature had me questioning if I’d made the right decision. My mind had me thinking it was going to be too small, too noisy and too busy an area, maybe the kids won’t like it. There’s been much overwhelm and stress as there always is with moving, and many what the f*** have I done moments, even thinking oh it’s not too bad here, even though I hated all the driving I had to do there and it felt stifling, it did give me time for introspection, maybe too much. It was time for change.
Turns out that gut feeling I had when I saw the house was right. This house feels right, it’s a small cosy house. It’s busier, noisier, and that’s ok. We all have freedom here and independence for the kids. It was the right move. It’s not all roses that’s for sure even though it’s definitely the right place for now. I can’t fit everything in, I have to declutter more, we have to compromise and share spaces more, but it all feels so much better. It’s amazing what being in a different environment can do. I and the kids are looking forward to this next chapter or our lives before they too fly the nest and I move again, facing those fears of change again….