Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.
Change happens. Sometimes it happens to us. Often we are guided by circumstance or by inspiration to make change happen on our own. Either way is scary: the choices, the growing pains, the unknown.
Henry went to bed one night repeating, "There's no simple child." (I think this was a little bit about his interest in the meaning of it, and a little bit about him just wanting to repeat anything over and over.) For a lot of reasons, I can't clear my head tonight. Just wanted to say that there's no simple life, either. If you're feeling overwhelmed, remember that :)
Hope this finds you well,