Some day in October: Transition, is the weirdest thing. Change is inevitable, we all know this. But when it comes it really interrupts the daily routines of our lives. At least that is the case for me, time and again. 

And it’s never the same. Sometimes transition makes me cry, other times it makes me blind, and it even has made me silent. Stuck in a trance of confusion or fear or surprise. This current transition makes me happy, slightly skeptical, and ready for the transition to be over. "Back to a routine."

But why, I wonder, am I constantly in transition, waiting to be out of it. It happens quite often, and all I ever want is for it to be over, back to the comforts and ease of what feels normal… but isn’t normal for long before the next transition, and wasn’t normal up until that transition. 

Will I ever be able to find transition the norm? Will I ever rest knowing there is uncertainty of life, will my routines ever be flexible enough for the life of transition?

This is possibly something to think on and work towards, because I can’t be frozen or shook up every time a season changes. I need to be prepared, ready, flexible. When the weather changes stop going out in yesterdays clothes as if my attire would change the weather back to yesterdays climate. I must stop playing with control and pretending that I don’t have to adjust to each day as it comes my way. I need the resources to be ready for the each day.

May the grace I need for each day come swiftly early in the morning!