Can you spare some "change"?

I have been polling the audiences of my fellow coworkers, colleagues, athletes and just good ol' fashioned friends about the concept of "change".   I'm not talking about the pennies I "accidentally" throw out the window or the nickles and dimes I find in the laundry- although I love finding quarters!   I'm talking about that dreadful point at which a decision needs to be made or a decision has been made and now we get to either move in the same direction or crawl back into our shells and hibernate hoping that storm will pass us by, untouched.   "Some change is good, some change is bad" from the lips of one of my best friends.   Although I shook my head in agreement, I was really nodding in understanding her thought process.  Change, in reality, is a perception.   It's a word.  How can it be good or bad?  It is only what it is, and doesn't deserve such a bad rap.   However, for arguments sake, I say change is change and am coming to understand why so many are resistant to it.   Change comes in all forms: career change, time change, change in physical appearance, change a diaper, change a tire, change your mind, change your boyfriends or your underwear- although these two may be synonymous, change your life.   It has become rather apparent to me that even the most free of minds does not adhere to the qualities that change can bring.   Think about all the times you've said " I am so ready for a change" or " a change is gonna come".   What did you really mean by that?   Where you really ready for a change?   If you did actually change, what was the intention behind it?   Ive been pondering this change thing more closely this week as I have made quite a few changes.   I broke up with my boyfriend, moved to Houston, joined another triathlon team, made some new friends and even rided myself of "friends", I started a new job and see the world much differently given my current circumstances.  Most who know me aren't surprised that I would make so many decisions all at once, however, many would think I've lost my nerve.   I would say to those "did I ever have it"?   HAHAHA.  I've been thinking on each of my decisions individually and really weighed out why I changed so much and what my reasons were.   I have realized that I love change, I also realize that I love to think I love change.   Truth is, I do wonder if each decision was progressive to my ultimate goal or if it was knee jerk and based on emotion.   Whatever the answer to that question is, is irrelevant, as that is what I decided and I do not live on auto pilot or sit and analyze things until I am in a state of chronic paralysis.   The point I am making is that change can be uncomfortable, if we let it.   It can be bad, if that is how we see it.   It can also be the best decision we've ever made.   Moving to Houston ruffled some feathers, not mine, but there were definitely some angry birds.   I wondered why they were so bitter or what had I done.   Realistically, it was the change.   Houston isn't my dream city, but it is the next step in getting to my dream city.  Sure I miss the people in Dallas, but the ones who really care will not allow proximity to define our relationship.   Further, change is a mere excuse for being out of the comfort zone.  Pish posh.   Change and the willingness to allow change can make for some great adventures and life long lessons.  For example, breaking up is never easy to do, but if you stay in a relationship where mediocrity is at its best, you may miss your prince/princess.   We KNOW when we are happy and when we are not, yet so many times we stammer around in that situation sacrificing our livelihoods just to appease the outsiders or the general vibe of society.  
For me, I am going to embrace change just to make myself more uncomfortable.   I am going to get comfortable with the uncomfortable and expect the unexpected  because the "only thing that stays the same is that everything changes".