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I'm in transition again - not necessarily of my own accord - but at least I've been dropped into this sea with something to cling to. So I can either float and hope someone will come along and pull me out, or I can use my intuition to discern where land is and start paddling.
Oddly enough, nothing has really changed. My day-to-day life has remained the same. I still have twenty-four hours given to me to use as I see fit. I have the ability to be flexible and creative. Someone told me yesterday that when you are in transition, it is an incredibly creative time. I didn't feel it at the time, but now that I'm more settled into the unsettled, I can see a lot more possibility on the horizon.
So I'll keep paddling.