We are constantly evolving. At least I think we are… I meanI feel different today than I did last year and I can see myself physically changing as the years go by. I have different friendships than I did 10 years ago and my priorities are shifting alongside my ever evolving parenting skills. None of this ever feels weird to me, in fact quite the opposite. Feels very circle of life (yes I know Lion King). It can feel as organic as a river flowing, as the breeze on my skin or as the sun shining on my face on a perfect summer day. When it goes pear shaped is when I start to long for the way it used to be, when I pine for the good ole days and when that graceful evolution starts to feel like ageing! A dear friend suggested to me that I was mourning the loss of what was, that this feeling was a form of grief and assured me that if I continued to move through the grief on the other side of that I would find growth. So maybe we should say that we’re constantly elevating from one magic moment to the next because I don’t know about you but going round and round in circles makes me dizzy, I’d rather have a shift of perspective, elevate to a different point of view.