Living Life in Transition
This past week I was fortunate to visit with several friends that I don’t get to see very often. On Tuesday, I got lunch with my cousin who lives in Michigan. Thursday night we had family supper with all of my aunts and uncles on my dad’s side and most of my cousins. Yesterday morning I sat in a coffee shop in Hastings, NE with a teacher friend while I waited for my car to get new tires. And this morning a friend from college was in town for a family wedding and I got to have coffee with her for a couple hours.
I am blessed with these beautiful and strong women in my life. Each one of them is boldly moving into the future and facing new adventures.
My cousin announced that she is pregnant with her second kiddo (words can’t describe how excited I am for her and her growing family).
Transition.
My teacher friend is getting ready to work in a new school in a new grade level, she and her husband just moved, she has a lot going on.
Transition.
My college friend is getting ready to be a new aunt while she and her husband are in the process of making some major life changes of their own.
Transition.
All of these wonderful women asked me how I like my new job. And each time I took a deep breath and prepared myself to talk about one of the biggest changes in my life this year. I do like it. I like it a lot. I’ve grown a lot as a person. Working in the medical field is eye opening.
But this week I’ve also been looking at my own future, with it’s on transition.
This coming week I am going to help train my replacement.
I’ll let that sink in for a minute.
For you, but also for me.
I am in a perpetual swing of transition. My manager said it well last Friday, “The only constant is change.” She’s not the first person to say this, but it’s very appropriate.
I am transitioning to a new position, and I’m really excited about it. Next week I will move to a different office and begin my journey as an I.T. person for the (same) company. It will be really different from what I am doing now as a front desk receptionist, but the time I spent at the clinic will really help me with the new job title. The way I look at it, the time I spent at the front desk will help me remain empathetic when things aren’t working they way we want them to. I will have first hand experience with the daily use of the technology. Having that hands-on experience can only help me.
While I am excited about these changes, part of me can’t help but ask if I made the right choice? It’s only natural to ask this question when facing change and transition. Change is hard. And it takes courage to seek it out and accept it (even when it’s positive change). I’m sure all of the women I shared time with this week faced their own doubts in their transitions. But they are all facing the future with smiles and excitement, and it feels good to be in the company of such bravery.
Here’s to living life in transition!
