You know what the worst part of transition is?
That one moment when you realize it’s actually gone.
You have left and cannot return.
You have lost something or someone and you’ll never get them back.
The moment when the missing sets in and it hurts so badly.
I miss a lot of things and people.
I miss the relaxed time table of student life.
I miss the many friends in the many places I’ve lived in.
I miss the smell of certain places.
I miss the opportunities I didn’t take advantage of and which might have led to greatness.
I miss my childlike faith which seems so far away from me at the moment.
Missing is not a good place to be stuck in and we shouldn’t dwell on everything we don’t have all the time because it makes us blind for the wonders around us.
And yet we need to miss things and people.
Acknowledging that we miss them is the first important step in the grieving process. Allowing the motions to sweep our feet away until peace and gratitude settle in our hearts.
It’s okay to miss people, places, things, life stages, emotions.
Because I’d rather feel this than nothing at all.
What are the things and people you miss?
Writing for Five Minute Friday today.
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Yes! Transitions are so hard.
They are, and yet they are an integrative part of life.
So much truth in what you write about. I grieved so much when I changed jobs. I had to allow myself time to grieve the loss of things that once were. I wrote a lot of poetry during that time!!!
Definitely! No matter if we move or change jobs – it takes time to grieve. Interesting that poetry helped you through it. Writing does have an effect, doesn’t it?
Absolutely… It definitely does!
Yes, that is such a tough feeling! Sometimes I live it in advance as well – beating myself up about how I would feel if I lost whatever I’m not fully appreciating right now.. feelings are so complicated … and you are right- the important first step is to name it!
I just read about this transition stage and apparently it’s pretty normal to feel weird before the move actually happened.