This week I’ve been noodling hard on change and impermanence.

As a neurodivergent person, casually being asked, “So, how are things?” can send my overthinking mind into a spin cycle on turbo high.

I start scanning for something socially acceptable to say — something honest, but not too honest — and by the time my brain times out, visibly inactive, the unspoken window for responding has already closed.

And so has the chance for connection.

My instinct then is to jet — to exit the conversation and find somewhere quiet to dry out my emotions.

But with you, I want to tell you how things really are.

Right now.

In the only way that feels true for me, today.

As a poem.

When I wrote “my touch has turned cold,” I realized later it wasn’t because I am cold — it’s because I am warm.

I am alive.

And when something has ended — a job, a season, a version of stability — I can’t give my warmth to what has already cooled.

Cold, for me, has become a kind of protection — a way of conserving energy when resources feel uncertain.

When income thins. When security wavers.

My nervous system pulls inward. My body follows.

There have been multiple job losses in my life.

Each time, things became few.

Income felt uncertain.

Security felt thin.

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My nervous system noticed.

My dog noticed.

In some ways, he is my nervous system.

And yet — as time has shown — my hands have not stayed empty forever.

I have held work again.

I have held stability again.

I have held hope again.

Cycles contract. Cycles expand. That is their nature.

While I look around, things become new again — not because I control them, but because I am still here to meet what comes next.

Even in this.

This hazy shade of winter.

Relaxed open hands resting palms-up on lap in soft natural light against a muted blue background.
Open hands. Not to own — only to hold.

No pressure to write me a poem.

Just an invitation to check in with yourself.

Does that deer-in-the-headlights reaction feel familiar when someone casually asks, how are things?

If that question makes your nervous system tighten and your left glute twitch, you’re not alone. Sometimes it’s easier to say “fine” than to untangle what’s actually happening beneath the surface.

Person in light denim and ankle boots standing on icy ground, symbolizing finding footing during a life transition.

Change has a way of reshuffling our sense of stability and it can be very difficult finding your footing.

Jobs shift. Roles evolve.

Seasons turn.

Money expands and contracts.

Energy rises and falls.

Our Life Cycles don’t move in a straight line — they pulse.

If you’re in a season where things feel few, or fewer than usual, maybe try these things that I am working on too:

Instead of trying to understand everything, simply name the season.

Is this a contraction season?

A rebuilding season?

A waiting season?

A letting go season?

Naming is taming. It brings grounding to the floating panic.

Even in contraction, something is still alive.

Where do you still feel warmth?

Who feels steady?

What idea hasn’t cooled?

What part of you is still breathing with curiosity?

Warmth is your core resource.

Tend that flame.

When resources thin, it’s easy to feel that as personal inadequacy.

But “few” is a condition — not an identity.

Few dollars. Few opportunities. Few answers.

Not few worth. Not few capability.

Things become not few again.

You don’t need to refill your hands all at once.

Choose one thing to hold this week:

One application.

One conversation.

One organized drawer.

One budget review.

One hour of focused creative work.

This one thing is enough.

Cycles expand from small, deliberate holds.

Contraction is part of movement — what eventually leads us to our next cycle.

Planning, organizing, doing, and reflecting all live inside change.

Sit with that for a moment.

Planning, organizing, doing, and reflecting all live inside change.

No season is static.

Seasons are experienced – not possessed.

You are not meant to own every season.

Your only job is to move through them and let the things pass through you.

Small steps. Big changes. The Life Cycle Way.

Resources

How are things?

Life Planned & Organized How are things? Page

5-4-3-2-1 grounding worksheet titled “Finding Your Footing” from Life Planned & Organized with sensory prompts for see, feel, hear, smell, and taste

Feel free to print for personal use.

A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon & Garfunkel

A Masterclass on Dealing with Change: A 3-Step Process | The Mel Robbins Podcast

Mel Robbins | The Mel Robbins Podcast