Waving Transition.

I live a life of transition.  Always moving, always changing, always growing, rarely knowing.  In a 10 year span, I moved more than 30 times (move=unpacked into drawers), lived in 3 states, traveled to 5 continents, endured family reconfiguration, and worked 13 different full-time jobs.

I used to feel jolted by every transition.  I can remember crying the days I packed boxes to move from one house to another.  Now, life has taught me to brace myself, and ride the waves of transition.

I stand in camp between multiple phrases.  Between single and married.  Between teacher and nanny.  Between roommate and lifemate.  Between individual and couple.  The cognitive shifting, the psychological process, the physical preparation all live in limbo between what was, and what comes, and struggles to find a sandbar of what is.

Files fill boxes of school supplies to keep, rooms are tested with paint color to rotate, budgets are examined and restructured, weekend activites move from "me" to "we", student letters are stashed in binders with degrees, registries for new lead to releasing the old, and I live between what was, and what will be.

What was, what is, and what will be.  The transitions find me in waves, both in the pace of the flow, and in the depth of thought.

Yet, I have learned to "wave" at the waves.  Not clutch for shoreline, or sink in overwhelm, but feel the movement, then raft on faith.

Transition has taught me, is teaching me still, to wave from waves.