Brooke posted this photo last night as we walked by my new office in downtown Houston. After a week here, we went out on a date. Just the two of us. As she wrote in the post, it was a rough week. The kids have been troopers but getting set up in new schools was an uphill slog for all of us. Brooke in particular. By yesterday afternoon, though, things were beginning to turn a corner. All three of the kids seemed to like their new schools and were making friends. I woke up this morning without the sense of dread I have woke up with every other day this week--as if a two ton load of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders.
Change is not easy. It can often be terribly difficult. That doesn't mean it isn't good. In our pain-adverse culture, we can easily be convinced that challenges, hardship are evidence that a wrong path has been taken. This is not always the case. In fact, every new endeavor I have been a part of--whether that be a job, an enterprise or relationship has a moment of frailty in its newness in which it has felt almost certain that it was time to walk away. In each case, that sensation--that desire to flee, when rejected led to something new and beautiful.
So, if you're in the thick of something new, whether that be a new city, new job or new whatever I know it might hurt for awhile. Don't let that convince you it was a bad idea. Give it time. Something beautiful might be on the other side of that uphill slog.