Growing up, my parents managed to create such a safe and seamless environment between home and school that I may have been the only person to expect that things in life were permanent. My first moments of transition were no less than severely traumatizing, and later times of change caused a good helping of anxiety, to say the least.
As I have grown older, I’ve begun to catch on to this whole “ebb and flow” thing that life has going on. As one phase morphs into another, high school became college, and beyond, I’ve become increasingly familiar with the inevitable impermanence of all things.
The trick, of course, comes in knowing when to hang on, when to refuse to loosen your grasp on situations or people, and when to nod in obedience to the universe, and slowly, with some sadness, release your hold.
It is a balance that I am still struggling to master. And it is one that, once achieved, allows you to live most happily; enjoying what you have now, acknowledging that it may not last forever, accepting when it’s time to let go, and being perpetually open to receiving the new.
Here’s to a week of working to strike that balance-