Transition
The time between things. Switching from one sport to another in a triathlon. Going from laboring to pushing in childbirth. A life pause between two states.
noun
1. movement, passage, or change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept, etc., to another; change:
the transition from adolescence to adulthood.2. Music.
a passing from one key to another; modulation.
a brief modulation; a modulation used in passing.
a sudden, unprepared modulation.3. a passage from one scene to another by sound effects, music, etc., as in a television program, theatrical production, or the like.
verb (used without object)
4. to make a transition:
He had difficulty transitioning from enlisted man to officer.
This is where I am right now. It’s midway through the year. Today is my first day at a new job (since I am sans computer, desk chair, office key, or boss [she’s on vacation]) it’s been a very strange first day – more of a transition day than anything else.
It feels kinda fresh and new. I have an entire six months with nary a mark on them yet (and very, very few work meetings on the calendar as of this moment).
So much potential – like a fresh field of snow (it’s so hot in Portland that I’m actually fantasizing about snow) waiting to be peed on for snow angels.
Don’t blink!
Things have not gone as anticipated the last 9.5 weeks (wait a minute – I’m beginning to wonder if the time when my health issues started AND my training took a hit are more than merely coincidentally related to me giving 9.5 weeks notice at my old job…hmmmm…).
I may be onto something here
I’m hopeful that new job (which is, so far, only one job instead of the two I’ve been doing since Novemberish) + new attitude of calm + new fitness priorities for the year + new drugs* = a fantastic second half of 2015.
Not those kinds of drugs
I’m trying to take a page of the book of moderation (whatever that is) and set smaller, achievable goals that honor my body’s (and my mind’s) need for physical activity while also keeping in mind that my priorities have seriously shifted over the past years and endurance racing is not at the forefront of those priorities right now.
It’s more important to strive for balance and long-term health than push myself, unwillingly, towards arbitrary goals.
So, shiny new 6 months: here’s my pledge to you.
No pledge but to do my best to be a little better most days. Better food and drink choices. A little more movement, even when I’m not feeling it. More patience with the three-year old (this will be the easiest AND hardest as I currently have ~0 patience with him so more wouldn’t be a stretch, but also, he’s three), read more, edit more, write more, and work really hard to get through the entirety of the X-Files.
The wrappers are blueberries and the tampons are named after characters from Octonauts
So – just a bit more, but I’m going to try hard for a general feeling of moreness rather than elaborate spreadsheets tracking the more.
I obviously need this shirt.
The main goal, though, is balance. I don’t do well with balance (my father always said I was a bit unbalanced; then he’d laugh and laugh), but I think that’s the best goal I could make.
Balance with a heaping side of badassery…that’s the way to live
