It’s been a rough couple of days of summer for me, I’d like to call it a transition period. When you look at it this way, it seems easier for you to keep your head up. No one likes to be overlooked and minimized, but hey it happens. This will seem cliché but it really does matter how you bounce back from these transition periods.
tran·si·tion: Passage from one form, state, style, or place to another.
(http://www.thefreedictionary.com/transition)
When I look at this definition of what it means to transition I see a paradigm shift in the way you yourself operate. We all love to have consistency, but I find it funny that nature doesn’t operate in this manner. Everyday, the weather is different and we as humans abide by it’s fickleness. We dress differently depending on how hot or cold the day seems to us. (I know this is a bit of a stretch to make the definition fit my point of view, but follow me for a second.)
On a larger scale, we may or may not see the changes in seasons that the weather goes through. It transitions it self into growing flowers in spring, it becomes unbearable during the summer, kills itself in the fall, and covers up in the winter.
The weather reinvents itself every three or four months and demands our attention to change up your wardrobe or you are going to suffer.
So when I look back at these past three days of how a lot of things have changed I remind myself it’s a transition. All I have to do is look down at my right wrist and see that I am a Pilipino-Japanese-American, and have the words live.work.create tattooed on me to remind me of the ambitions, dreams, and goals I have; But more importantly it reminds me of the God I love and serve.
Transitions are not the best places to be in, but it makes you step back, re-evaluate and show the world, hey just because you pushed me down, I’m getting back up. I’m getting a steppin. It really shows the fight and desire that we have to push ourselves farther than we never thought we could go.
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