DO YOU TRANSISH?
[This post first appeared 10 years ago!!! Yes, ten! And when I reread it, with the idea of using it as inspiration for another whirl with Transition, I discovered I didn't want to change a thing. Hmm, wonder does that says about me?]Although I've watched myself making the transition from being a girl to being a woman, I still feel 15 years old. My reflection disagrees. Jaime Winstone

About all I came up with is that a transition is a noun: the process or period during which something goes from one state or condition to another.
Change, on the other hand, is mostly used as a verb: to vary, alter, or otherwise modify, transform, etc. something or someone.
We've come to regard transition as a verb (sorry, I didn't mean this to become an English class)--we talk about transitioning from one state to another. The quotation I used at the beginning of this post shows the proper use--making the transition--of the noun.
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Whew! Now that we've got that settled, let's go on with transition as a noun and what it means in Real Life.
I don’t overdo; three events in one day are the absolute limit. Sometimes
it’s just one, such as a big family holiday dinner with lots of folks around.
Memory and Follow-through – I don’t do long-term projects. Small ones
suit me now because I’ll get them finished. My life is strewn with WIPs
(Works in Progress) that may never get to the finish line: quilts cut out
but not sewn, half-knitted items, manuscripts of the beginnings of stories;
not to mention boxes of stored items in the garage that may (but probably
don’t) contain items of value, but should be sorted.
I'm not crazy about having tendinitis, which can be treated, but after a while its effects are definitely limiting to some of my activities. Should I give up knitting? Quit sitting at a sewing machine to make quilts for charitable giving?
No, but I don't have to give myself impossible deadlines.
A super-busy day on the calendar has me almost dreading it. If I don't have enough energy to get through an extra activity, what's the worst thing that will happen?
I'll take a nap when I get home--or go to bed earlier--or give myself a
"day off" the next day to rest up.
Some of my half-baked projects can be finished--by someone else, perhaps; or by me, if they morph into something besides what they first were intended to be.
Nothing is cast in stone; I can change my mind without penalty--after all,
it's my project.
Transitions aren't good--or bad. They simply are. They signal the change from one state or condition to the next. (See definitions at the beginning of this post.)
Sometimes they're happy changes--from being a single gal to being a married one. Or from Mom to Grandma. Sometimes they're less desirable--aging with some of the health problems (and wrinkles and grey hair and gravity problems) that may accrue as we mature.
But if we're still alive, we're always in transition. Think about it.
Blessings,