Move.. more or less

It is supposed to be scary. It does seem to scare others, at least, momentarily. It is supposed to be a major renovation, and it certainly is. Perhaps more than most realise. Even I am yet to understand. Not even close. Am I stepping out of a spiral or obliviously diving into one? How often do such moments appear? Everything is running smoothly, at least superficially, and then all of a sudden.... No, there is no snap, no trigger. At most, there might have been a few hints of them, here and there. But somewhere in the back of the mind, things have been decided and so they will stand. Unexpectedly, informing others only seems to strengthen the resolve rather than darkening the shadows of doubts. Everything has to go, everything has to change, but for what? And why? These questions are unanswered and will remain so. This is a step not to find answers but to confront self with a new set of questions. A rehaul of the array of challenges. Will I regret it? Don't think I'll let that happen :)