Quotes About Transition

Leaving is hard, even when a great adventure awaits you.

I turned forty this year. Forty! Which is so weird because I've always been young. I've been young my whole life, as a matter of fact. No matter how I dissect this, I've aged out of the "young" category and graduated to the "middle" group. My brain feels confused about this because I am so juvenile. I make up my own words to hip-hop songs and quote Paul Rudd as a parenting strategy. Surely I am a preteen.

It can be difficult to envision a new start but impossible to deny one.

Life often turns to shit before it turns to shinola.

It made me think of the way so many of us live our lives. We can see what we want, and nearly kill ourselves trying to get it in a way that's not working. Meanwhile, if we just stopped, got quiet for a minute or two, and looked at things a little differently, we'd notice the door to what we want being held open for us by the nice lady in the bathrobe across the room. Then all we'd have to do is fly through it.

When taking great leaps forward, life often turns to shit before it turns to Shinola.

Nothing in this world is permanent, including our stories. Yet we try to hold on to them for false security, which ultimately leads to sorrow and loss. Be willing to let go. Keep reinventing your story as you continue to grow. 4.

You cannot make this big change in your life and expect nothing around you to change, especially your relationships with other people.

The number one thing that holds people back is resisting change.

If you finally decide to quit your soul-crushing job and start the pastry shop of your dreams, be not upset if a truck drives through your front window into your scones. Instead of taking this as a sign that you shouldn't have opened your shop, take it to mean that you're ridding yourself of your BS and moving in the right direction.

You can't cling to the old you and your old relationships and grow into the new you at the same time. You have to choose one or the other: Cling and stay or grow and release and see if they come along for the ride.

Anticipating the discomfort. When you know doubling your rates is going to feel freaky and scary, feel into these feelings before bringing your new rates to your clients. Hang out in discomfort, get used to it, realize it's just part of the process and don't create a huge drama around it. Associate your discomfort with the awesomeness of moving forward and kicking ass instead of with something terrifying that can stop you.

Adolescence isn't just about prom or wearing sparkly dresses.

Nothing is ever quite right, is it, after a parent dies? No matter how well things go, something always feels slightly off . . .

For one of the odd things about death, Trudy has discovered, is that in its wake one must go about business as usual; it seems heartless and wrong, but now that the rituals of mourning have been attended to, the sole task left to Trudy is to try and comprehend the enormity of thes sudden change.

Een van de vreemde dingen aan de dood, heeft Trudy ontdekt, is namelijk dat je in het kielzog ervan gewoon verdergaat alsof er niets gebeurd is. Het lijkt harteloos en verkeerd, maar nu de rituelen van de rouw afgehandeld zijn, hoeft Trudy alleen nog maar de enorme omvang van deze plotselinge verandering proberen te bevatten.

Non sum qualis eram -I am not what I used to be

I think it's important to have closure in any relationship that ends - from a romantic relationship to a friendship. You should always have a sense of clarity at the end and know why it began and why it ended. You need that in your life to move cleanly into your next phase.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

Call me Beth, please," she said. "I am no longer Mrs. Ackerley and have become, to our mutual astonishment, your sister." Hart

Holding the knife with the blade against my palm, it became so clear how my life would only contain shadows now. Shadows of things gone; not just the people themselves but everything connected to them. Was this my future? Every moment, every tiny thing I saw and did and touched, weighted by loss. Every space in this house and my town and the world in general, empty in a way that could never be filled.

Then I closed my eyes. That was it. That was Before. Now here we go into After.

Anyone whos had something truly crappy happen to them will tell you: Its all about Before and After.

Anyone who's had something truly crappy happen to them will tell you: It's all about Before and After. What I'm talking about here is the ka-pow, shake-you-to-your-core-and-turn-your-bones-to-plastic kind of crappy.