Transitions

We move in a week.  Just saying it out loud makes my stomach lurch.  We've lived in this house for 10 years...longer than I've lived anywhere as an adult.  Honestly, I like to move, and I like culling and cleaning out and decluttering.  So why the stomach somersaults?  Transitions are hard, even when they are desirable.

I have friends who are changing jobs, ending marriages, starting relationships, questioning faith, struggling with illness, teetering on addiction, and more, and all those are transitions of one kind or another - from married to single or vice versa, from faith to doubt, from health to disease, from companionship to loss, from sobriety to addiction. 

How do you handle transition and the expected stress that naturally comes with it?  I tend to do two things: have a good cry at least once a day, then turn my attention to the next thing that has to be done.  In that way, I honor the stress, the uncertainty, and the risk, but I don't allow myself to wallow in it.  Life is too short to wallow.  Each moment spent dwelling over the abyss that is fear and regret only increases the risk of falling into the abyss.  I prefer to wipe my eyes, say a prayer of thanks for the lessons/gifts/challenges/growth I've experienced in whatever I'm leaving, then get a big ol' running start and jump headlong into the present.

So cry, laugh, shake your fist, or do whatever you need to do to bring closure, then keep moving ahead. 

Blessings,
Teresa