I sat with the moon last night and I’ll sit with her again in another twelve hours or so. I thought about celebrating change, about recent choices I’ve made and how they affect my life. The more I thought about change, the more I realized that everything feels the same. The external shifts as I grow more comfortable in my own skin. As if in the scenes of a play, my costume and face evolve and the supporting characters enter left and exit right. And yet, nothing has changed. The earth is still the stage upon which I move and live and breathe, learning the role of my life. The moon still hangs in the same sky and counsels me with silence. I still sit alone beneath that moon and bare my soul as I have done since I could walk. Everything and nothing has changed.