…Transitions into Transformative Times
Thoughts tumble and twirl in my mind. A life transition, long thought of as a long time away, is now on my front doorstep. I stand poised on the inside, with a clammy hand on the doorknob, ready to fling open the door to nervously greet this person who waits there, waiting to meet me. We must get to know each other a little more of course, go through those little bits of small talk first, warming up to each other, and realizing that we have so much in common. Yet, there will be a difference I surmise. Ms. Transition has sent ahead word that she feels a certain sense of freedom, and will be ready at a moment’s notice to reinvent herself; all she needs, she has said, is my buy-in, and we can become partners, become as one. She has seen to it that what I should happen upon in my recent readings, quite by happenstance, are the topics of reinventing the self, transformations, transitions. She is seeing that what I need to see at this time, is laid out clearly in front of me.
I think we will be the best of friends, Ms. Transition and I, as I open the door at the end of next week to greet her with open arms.
There will be highways to travel, and cities waiting for our arrival.
The letter T has come at a timely time.