What Is It, Anyway?
Transitions are weird. They're frequent and usually uncomfortable. Nobody really likes change, but most times we can appreciate it. We acknowledge change in the same way that we all hate having a bunch of loose coins in our jacket pocket, but then we need to pay a parking meter and we're like "yea, alright, it's not all bad."
But back to transitions. They're weird!
We're all kind of children of transitions though, aren't we? We're always moving and morphing from one thing into another, from one season to the next, summer, autumn, winter. Everything we learn transitions us, changes our behaviors, sharpens our instincts, steers us in one direction or another. But thank God for transitions. We might be changing- for better or worse, who can really say- but transitions soften the blow. Imagine seasonal changes without transitions. Imagine a world where we ping-ponged back and forth between summer and winter. Our immune systems would HATE US. Our closets would plead for windbreakers and light layering pieces, but to no avail. We'd only shop at VS Swim and Canada Goose. Plus, that Miss Congeniality joke wouldn't exist, and who didn't LIVE for Cheryl Frasier in that moment?
So let's talk about Transition Piece. What's it going to be? When I was thinking about what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it, I started thinking about what a transition piece is. Google tells me it's a strip of wood that transitions between flooring materials- that wooden bump between your kitchen tile and your hardwood dining room (purchasable wherever lumber goods are sold).
So yea, Google gave me a dumb answer, but it forced me to look inside myself for the truth, as any hero would do. I found that a transition piece is one of those fashion statements that works in multiple seasons, like a gauzy scarf that takes you from summer to autumn. It's also a segue in any musical composition. Everyone from Katy Perry to Tchaikovsky has used 'em (I like one of these musicians. You decide). And a transition piece is each and every glorious (eh), moment in my life, and let's face it, yours too.
Right now I'm transitioning from four years of college, preceded by a lifetime of schooling, into a world where homework becomes home, work. Into a place where I'll pay my own rent and fend for myself (as appealing as my mother's basement futon seems). This is a whammy of a transition, but it's not the only one. There are plenty of things I hear and see and read and watch every day that change the way I think and feel. Those are what matter, it's that whole Gestalt Theory. The smaller parts make up the larger whole. What will make up my big transition, and what will come after that? Let's find out.
I'm jumping in, dear Reader. The water's fine.
Yours,
Lauren
P.S.- If I ever become one of those bloggers with an "About Me" section that mentions ANYTHING about walks in the forest or fresh pressed juice (although I wouldn't turn down either one), please intervene.