Okay, I knew that after nearly 13 years in the same house--and a lifetime in the same state--that moving out of state would mean changes. New address, new neighbors. New doctors, veterinarian, and dentist. New phone number and zip code to memorize. Probably a new bank since our current bank has no branches in this state. And, choosing the community we settled in, I knew it would mean a new high-speed Internet provider. But I thought I'd at least be able to pay to keep my same e-mail addresses as a dial-up account.
Then Monday I found out it isn't going to work that way, and I had a major meltdown. Stupid? Yes. But in the mood I was in, changing my e-mail address was one change too many. I pooped around all day. Why, why, why, Lord? Couldn't this one thing stay the same? My little Internet security blanket? Those comfortable, familiar letters following the @ sign?
But isn't it amazing what a little prayer (and an evening in the hot tub) can do for one's outlook? By Tuesday morning I realized if I was going to survive this move, then I had to embrace change. (I'd asked for it, hadn't I? This move was by our choice, after all.) So I decided to start fresh. Go with the flow. Face my new future with a smile. My husband and I headed off to a local bank to open our new account. And I came home and began notifying friends, family, and businesses of my new e-mail address.
Being stuck in a rut is no fun. And we only hurt ourselves when we refuse to change course. I realize there are probably many more adjustments ahead as we settle in, but with God's help I hope to face them with a bit more grace and confidence than I experienced over this e-mail issue.