Sometimes, life changes in a blink.
The change doesn’t matter. Really. I mean it does in the sense that’s your new reality. But it is not material. It is the past. Keep staring at it and you will be driving with your eyes stuck to the rear view mirror.
How many blinks you got? Good. Bad. Ugly. Blinks, in themselves, don’t matter.
What matters is what did the blink do to you? Your first heartbreak. The first time you got a paycheck. The first time you lost a loved one. Your first million. The first time you got fired.
The blink disappears on the timeline, leaving behind the gift of perspective. Gaining that perspective is gold. Gaining enough blinks to know that those perspectives are as fragile as eggshells is freedom.
Hold them tighter than you need to and life becomes a mess, manufactured by your own power.