Moving from one place in life to another is not easy. I am recognizing what it takes to move, whether it’s a new job, new life stage or new state. It’s all an upheaval of epic proportions and not for the faint of heart.
There is a space of ‘in-between-ness’ with certain moves where time feels like it slows or gets measured differently. When I was waiting for my son’s birth, in those last few weeks of pregnancy, I was between being a mom and not being a mom. I felt like I would be this behemoth woman forever and that my son would never be born. I measured time by the numbers of doctor visits we went to each week. And I called this place my state of grace.
Most in-between spaces don’t even come close to that. They are messy. Literally. Moving a household is a messy job. And it produces insanity in typically sane people. I know, I recently moved (OK, it was 7 months ago now…but I remember it like it was yesterday!) from one state to another. And leaving friends and comfort zones like the favorite Pho restaurant can feel pretty sad. OK, so I am not really sad about leaving the Pho restaurant behind. But I definitely miss the pals!
Changing jobs… definitely ranks high on the stress and mess scale. Even a good job shift isn’t easy. Learning new people, new systems and again, leaving a comfort zone of the “known” increases the blood pressure.
Getting through that in-between stage can really suck. But coming out on the other side, looking back and saying, “wow, I actually did THAT!”… well, I think that is pretty dang cool.
So, if you are in that in-between stage with something… hang in there. If you’ve made it through, pat yourself on the back and say, “Job well done.”