Transitions suck. Harsh
language? That's what I would say to you if you were standing in front of me. I
wouldn’t try to sound like a writer. All correct and carefully chosen words. I
would just tell you outright. Transitions suck. I am in one right now. I have
been in many others and every one of them has been an uphill slog. Don’t let
anyone tell you different.
Don’t get me wrong either. I
know how valuable transitions can be, how necessary, how, often, amazing
learning is derived from a difficult life change. I can spout all the trendy—“everything
happens for the best”--clichés about the power that is sourced from learning to
adjust to a new reality: life without your loved partner, for example, life
with a damaged limb, life through a divorce or, as in my case, life without my tiny
English cottage in St Mawes on the southern coast of Cornwall, where I have
spent twenty five summers.
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| St. Mawes, Cornwall, England photo by James Wood |
