tran·si·tion (trn-zshn, -ssh-)
1. Passage from one form, state, style, or place to another.
a. Passage from one subject to another in discourse.
tran·sition·al, tran·sition·ary (-zsh-nr) adj.
I learned something recently.
Something that put MANY things into perspective for me and nipped my instant gratification tendencies in the bud – by about 92%. If you know anything about me you will know how HUGE that is in my life.
I learned about transition. And I learned that HOW I act during transition can make the difference between further blessing or further burden.
To be honest, I’ve never really given the word “transition” much thought and I’ve only ever truly understood it in the context of giving birth. When you are about to deliver your baby, the word “transition” is used to describe the period between those last few horrible contractions and actually pushing out your baby. Everyone is different (or maybe some women who smile through transition while they are NOT on drugs are just freaks) but for me, transition was the worst part of giving birth.
It’s the period when your cervix is nearly fully dilated and you are in the worst pain of your life. Pain that can make you hallucinate and completely lose your humour and your perspective. It is intense. It is overwhelming. It is scary and you may even feel sick. If you planned to give birth without pain relief (or if you are too late for pain relief), then THIS is without a doubt the most testing part of labour. In this context, transition basically means that you are nearly there. It means that the end is in sight. It means that it’s only a matter of time before your blessing/baby shows up.
At that point, you are vulnerable and exposed. You are weepy. Depending on whether you got the good drugs(btw..the good drugs take care of transition BEAUTIFULLY), you may become extremely verbal and angry and even vulgar. You will probably lose your manners because you are in a situation where your dignity is compromised. You question your support system and you fight them and you may even blame them for everything that has gone wrong in your life up to that point and tell them to Eff Off. It’s not fun. My DH later told me that he was afraid of me (that’s saying a lot because he’s generally fearless) when we were in that situation and that he felt powerless because there was simply nothing that he could do to make it better.
Well. In situations outside of the delivery room, transition can be described as the period between two significant phases. It kind of feels like you are in a tunnel. You see the light in the distance, and you know that at some point you’ll get there and breathe in beautiful, fresh, clean air and see the most magnificent views. However. You are not quite there yet and you need to hang on and breathe stale air until such time that you do get there. While you are in the tunnel you are powerless. You may need to wait for help. You may need to do unpleasant things to slowly help you get out.
In the last while I learned that my problem is that I don’t cope with the transition period. Especially if the transition period has come as a result of something beyond my control.
What I should (mostly) be doing in that period is nothing. I should become quiet. I should surrender it. I should pray for guidance, for direction. And I should WAIT for my transition to pass in order for to be in a position to accept my blessing. What I usually do is to become EXTREMELY impatient. I ACT. I attempt to FIX. I DO. I FIGHT the transition. And all that this does sometimes is delay the blessing that is due to me. Mostly it moves me from one period of transition to another. Mostly, it makes my life suck. A LOT.
So I am finally at the point where I can recognise that sometimes I have to listen and wait. Mind you, it’s a fine line. Because there ARE times when you need to act. There ARE times when you need to DO. There ARE times when you need to FIX. But the beauty of making time to be quiet is that you learn to recognise WHEN to act and when to wait it out.
In the meantime, can I just say how liberating and freeing it is not to be enslaved by instant gratification ALL THE TIME? I know that I’m not completely where I should be with this and that I need to do some more work to completely nip this issue but seriously. I am a long way from where I was.
What do you understand by “transition?” How do you normally manage your transition? Are you currently in a period of transition?