Transition

I always seem to think that since I've dealt with transition my entire life it should come easy for me. In theory, we say the phrase "practice makes perfect" and expect that with hard work this superior level will be attained. While I've certainly had lots of practice with people bouncing in and out of my life, I don't feel as if I'll ever have it figured out. I've definitely practiced the art of transition, but it certainly isn't anywhere near perfect. 

I've come to realize that with age there are more implications with each transition and this has a tendency to cause more internal conflict. As a child, I was resiliant in ways that my grown up heart has a hard time of letting go of. I often paste a smile on my face, shrug my shoulders and reply with a "I'm fine" or an "It's part of life" or "I'm used to this".  The real me silently begs for an honest response...something like "I hate transition, I hate goodbyes, I hate change."  I guess that's all part of being a grown up...learning how to be resilient despite the change, knowing it continues to shape me, give me purpose, and make me stronger.