Transition – a definition: ‘the process of changing from one state of being to another.’
So many of my BIG life transitions have begun with a feeling of smallness.
Like how I wore small underwear for men most of my adult life. Tiny pieces of cloth covering my bits and bobs to tempt the opposite sex. (Please love me). I was desperately trying to look and feel sexy, (as the magazines said I would), with a thong going right up my ‘schnitzel’. (I never felt sexy). Then one day I decided to throw those tiny pants away and instead buy some new knickers, proper big pants. Looking back it was a kind of initiation. I felt liberated and free, (and also sexy.) I guess because I was comfortable, and there was no more chafing! I had transitioned from something small and restrictive, to something BIG and expansive. Both in my knickers and in my life.
A very different example is the abusive relationship I had in my 20’s that left me feeling completely broken, and with barely a shred of self-worth. After 5 years of physical and emotional abuse, I was a tiny shadow of my former self when I finally found the courage to leave. And I definitely didn’t exit this relationship with my head high and proud, or with the strength of a Lioness reclaiming her power. Oh no. Instead I left very quietly, slipping away with a terrified whimper, as I crawled out of that door on my hands and knees, unknowingly heading back towards myself.
Now that’s true courage right there. The wobbly kind.