Date January 2, 2011

I used to be really good with transitions.  I just rolled right through them without checking up.

From English to Spanish and back again.  From sidewalk runs to trails.  From oceans to rivers to creeks out by the barn.  From country to country, continent to continent.  From one-bedroom apartments to log cabins to tents in the woods.  From teacher to camp counselor and from all grown up to Daddy’s little girl.




It’s different now.

I butcher conversations.  In English.  In Spanish.  In teacher speak.

I stutter step in feet that seem too heavy for running.

I wear teacher clothes.  Even on the weekends.

And I cry sometimes.

It’s obvious that I haven’t transitioned well.

It’s slower than I’m accustomed to and not anything like as graceful as I’d hoped it would be, but it’s coming.  The full circle of this transition is coming.

I can just feel it.

And I’ve always had a thing for feeling good things coming.

6 Responses to “confession.”

  1. deanna said:

    It was good to see you the other night! You look amazing.

    Looks like you’re starting the new year off right with a blog post.
    Keep ’em coming!!!

  2. Trava said:

    Welcome back! Hope you don’t disappear again. Well, the rolling usually isn’t the problem, it is the bumping into things that bruise and make you say…..OH, that’s gonna leave a mark! Happy New Year, Chick!

  3. Amy said:

    I know exactly what you mean about feeling that this cycle is ending and a new one is beginning. It happened to me. Believe in it… and just breathe and BE.

  4. Stephen said:

    Reminds me of a Tom Petty song: Something Good Coming.

  5. Lou said:

    Oh Em. I have just checked in today. We have beens so busy around here since Christmas that I have gotten behind…BAD… on my blog reading.

    Anyway….It is good to see you back.

  6. Robin said: