It is 4:30 in the morning and I find myself up and wandering around my house. With my coffee in hand, I stop and stand in hallway next to the quiet rooms that once where the  busy ‘homes’ for my children.  Today they are the open canvas for the next phase of my life.  You see, this week I became an official “empty nester.”  Please don’t misunderstand, I am not sad or depressed or necessarily lost; I am however experiencing what can be identified as a major transition in my life.

We all experience transition at some point. Whether it is subtle or ‘knock your socks off’ big, you are going to experience some sort of transition; I promise.  Here are just a few examples:  job/career changes, starting or ending relationships, marriage, divorce, birth of a child, death of a loved one, death of a pet, physical or mental illness, midlife crisis, menopause, starting/leaving school, moving away to college, coming home from college, over-coming victim-hood mentality, seeking our purpose for this life and of course the “empty nest” syndrome.    Sometimes this transition will be easy and subtle as if simply shifting from one gear to the next.  Other times the transition is a like having the skills of a new driver, being able to go from first to second gear easily but you just can’t seem to shift into third.  Then of course there is that type of transition where the motor is running because that’s what it is designed to do, however, the fear of learning how to drive a car with a stick is just too paralyzing to even begin imagining putting it into first gear. (Don’t ask me why I decided to use an automobile for the analogy!  I think it must just be the 4:30a.m. brain working).  My long winded point being this:  Transition can be smooth, easy and wonderful, or it can suck.

I am trying to live my life as I teach and educate my clients.  Everything happens for a reason and everything can be a life lesson and great growth experience; even the things that really hurt.   It is how you choose to approach and deal with the transition.  I’ve decided that my approach for this new way of being ME after 22 years of mothering others is this:  baby steps.

Small little steps so that I can get from one point in my day to the next so that it doesn’t seem so overwhelming.  Baby steps…get out of bed and take my shower.  Baby steps…do my meditation, energy work on my Chakras, and talk to my guides. Baby steps…get outside and walk.  Baby steps…make my list of things to do today.   It seems so simple but today I think it will be my lifeline, some simple direction and action as I gently begin to welcome and embrace the new me.

Today at some point I will begin to ponder what the rest of the week will look like, and start to ponder all the possibilities of how that empty canvas will be used.   For now though, my advice to me is:  baby steps.

Transition, as I see it.