Change is My New BFF

I grew up in a cozy maisonette with my parents, living the high life until I was 17 and they decided to pull the plug on their fairytale. They provided everything a kid could want: food, shelter, clothing, and a maid who practically did my homework. Life was grand! I was the picture of perfection in my crisp, ironed outfits, throwing a royal tantrum if anything was even slightly askew. If a maid dared to enforce any discipline, well, let’s just say her resignation letter had my signature on it—along with a couple of other “picky” complaints.

Fast forward to my wedding in 2011. You know that saying, “You make your bed, you lie in it”? Well, let me tell you, I found myself lying in a bed that looked like it had survived a tornado. Suddenly, I was on laundry duty at midnight, desperately searching for clothes that weren’t threatening to walk off on their own. My husband would ask where his socks were, as if we shared a sock drawer like some kind of twisted couple’s therapy exercise. Our home had morphed into a scene from a disaster movie, and there I was—six months pregnant, starving, and stuck in a landfill of dirty laundry, wondering what I had done to deserve this.

One night, I cried out to God, who must’ve been enjoying a heavenly snack because He wasn’t responding. But finally, I got the message: “If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree!” It was like the universe flipped a light switch. I realized I was responsible for this chaos, and it was time to swap my pity party for a plan.

Enter Change, My New Bestie

Now, change is my pal! My bed is often strewn with roses (okay, maybe a few petals—let’s not get carried away), my clothes hang crisp and clean, and my husband actually looks forward to coming home to find me in a space that doesn’t resemble a dumpster fire. I mean, who knew managing change could be this rewarding?

So, how did I pull this off? Well, first, I acknowledged that I needed a change. If your life feels like a circus, it’s time to check your expectations. Take responsibility! Outline a plan and don’t just slap something together. You don’t need a PhD in “Overambitiousness,” but don’t aim for lazy, either. If you want spotless clothes, buddy up with someone who’s got that clean gene. Want to learn to cook? Befriend a chef and absorb their culinary wisdom like a sponge!

And don’t forget to pray—God has a direct line, and let’s be real, He’s way better at guiding you than Google Maps. Remember, there’s a lot of wisdom out there if you’re willing to ask. Document everything! Keep track of your journey like it’s a reality show—because, trust me, you’ll want to look back and laugh.

Finally, just do it! No more talking about what you’re going to do—action is where the magic happens. It takes 21 days to form a habit, so get moving! Small deeds done are far better than epic plans that never see the light of day. And once you’ve transformed your chaos into a bit of order, share your experience. After all, nothing under the sun is truly original, and your journey might just inspire someone else to swap their own mess for a masterpiece!