Life transitions are confusing. Between endings and beginnings is a fallow space where nothing seems to be happening. Actually, it is a time of quiet creativity and renewal. Something new is in the works; you just can't see it.
Think about winter. Sometimes, it seems to go on forever. The world is cold and gray. It takes an act of faith to believe that Spring is going to burst forth one day. It always does (if you're lucky enough to live in a place with four seasons).
Life is like that. Something ends, and nothing seems to take it's place. But, eventually, something will. Nature abhors a vacuum.
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I hope your right Bobbi. One of my favorite novels, "Independence Day" by Richard Ford surveys a middle-ager going thru his "existence period" he calls it. (The book won the Pulitzer, btw.) Regardless, the 1st-person narrative shows that he was readily willing & able to fill his "vacuum." Me? The transitions between workdays & weekends are difficult enough. :) Keith in U City
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