It is like a new pair of shoes, you put them on and they feel a bit strange. You bravely pass your old shoes, comfortable and worn to shreds, as you walk out the back door. It takes time to adapt to the new shoes. They are clean, and more colorful, which makes you smile, but also they feel foreign on your feet, but you stick with them, because you know they are what you need. You think you might save your old shoes for times when you need something old and comfy, so you leave them by the back door, just in case. And sometime later you find the new, colorful shoes alone in the bedroom closet, unworn, and waiting. You slip them on, smiling because they really do make you happy, and once more bravely walk to the back door, where you pick the old ones, open the door, and walk them out to the trash.
““Memory runs along deep, fixed channels in the brain, like electricity along its conduits; only a cataclysm can make the electrons rear up in shock and slide over into another channel. The human mind seems doomed to believe, as simply as a rooster believes, that where we are now is the only possibility”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams