Day 10 - On Transition
- nataliedoesyoga
- Aug 28, 2014
- 2 min read
A similar topic to my previous, no doubt, but still distinct in its own right. Change happens to us every day. Our hair grows longer, our dreams alter, and our preferences differ. Transition, I like to think, is the accumulation of a thousand little changes into a larger, life-altering step.
This year has been a transition year for me, as I discussed earlier. This is also a transition year for my dad, who is moving out of the house he and my mom built together 20 years ago. The place where they worked together to build their dreams, raise their kids, and where they intended to grow old together. They threw parties here, hosted family here, and several years ago, my mother died here. This home is a space of love, loss, and memory for all of us. My dad is, in a way, saying a final goodbye to his life with my mother - moving forward into a space where he can rebuild.
Transition is never easy. I don't believe it can be. In periods of transition, we say goodbye to the person we are in order to grow into the person we are becoming. Letting go, moving forward, sacrificing a piece of yourself is never easy, but it is essential. Like stagnant water, like a potted plant, if we are still for too long, we are unable to grow. We wilt, we wither, we rot.
No, flux is our natural state. It is a space of constant movement - movement that is essential to our persistence. Moving out of your home, new life, death, graduation, quitting a job, finding a new job - each scenario is an example of a transition. If the transition is joyful, painful, neutral, it is always essential. Just keep the faith that you are moving forward into something beautiful.
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For years I struggled to find the right words.
It was like my voice had dried up.
When I broke my own cycle of routine and displeasure,
it was like breaking out of a cocoon and seeing the sun for the first time.
My voice had been muffled
by the layers I'd wrapped myself in,
and when I emerged from the darkness
and spread my wings,
I found not only the voice of my soul;
I found my inner song.

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