It’s rather confusing. Sometimes it’s funny and illuminating, but usually it’s disorienting, shocking, and even disturbing. Welcome to your transition.
With our things in storage in Minnesota, where the bitter -15 wind chill taunted our sense of comfort, we packed a few things in the car and drove west.
“If we don’t encounter liminal space in our lives, we start idealizing normalcy.” It was snowing in South Carolina when I pulled the door shut on the moving truck…
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey…”
How much of that stuff that surrounds you every single day is actually vital to your path, and how much of it is in the way?