I had a dream a little while ago about a crow. The crow was at my window and I was trying to shoo it away. It ignored me. I tried to shoo it as it came inside. It ignored me. It then seemed to bite my face. I say seemed because at this point I woke up, slightly terrified.
I'm not always into dream interpretation, mostly I think dreams are my minds' way of processing things, but this felt significant to me. So I looked up what crows mean. Apparently it's rare to dream of crows. Crows are often the harbinger of death and this could mean someone is about to die. Super. However the internet went on to state, that more likely, crows are often a symbol of change.
Dreaming about change made sense. I was about to start full-time work on a show that would take me on tour and away from my day job for 6 months. A big change. I'd also been going through personal change due to the 8 week challenge I've previously spoke of.
Change is a funny thing. It can take you by surprise. The 8WC took me by surprise because I signed up to form a habit; I wanted to improve my diet and get into a routine of going to the gym. I didn't really expect any physical or mental changes. Maybe slightly, but nothing significant. I changed the way I ate. I liked it. And I've tried to maintain it. It's difficult to maintain because a million different thoughts impact my food choices. But even the thoughts I have about eating have changed. The way I eat and look affects other people as suddenly I'm different to be around. I'm not what they knew. I'm not what I knew.
Sometimes the change doesn't seem that noticeable. I knew that show rehearsals were starting a few months in advance. Very quickly rehearsing daily has become my normal. I have to remind myself how amazing it is. Remind myself of the positive change.
With the start of the new year, we often promise ourselves change. We promise to quit things, start things, go back to things. January is often all about change and for me, this time, it's true.