Change is a big word. That one word has led to many discussions over the years.
I usually point to my military childhood as responsible for my ability to adapt (not always willingly). The brother next to me in age stands as a direct contradiction to that statement however. He is in the same area we landed when my father retired and will probably never move. He’s one of the most stable people I know. I, on the other hand, have moved many times and many miles.
Change doesn’t have to be geography either. Maybe my brother has made many changes internally that I’m not aware of. I still see him as a cute little two year when I look at him so maybe I’m not as good at change as I’d like to believe.
This leads me to believe that our innate ability is either part of our fabric by nature or by concerted effort.
Regardless of the source. We are all capable of adapting to the change that fate may throw at us. We can either rail against it and spend our energies in that fight OR we can accept things and become more like the water that flows around the rock.