Familiarity takes time

Driving to the property the other day, I noticed how I instinctively bent with this curve. I knew it was coming, without consciously acknowledging it like I had all the other times.

I smiled at this little sign of the familiarity, of knowing a place, that was formed through traveling the same path repeatedly.

Transitions aren’t easy. And I’ve lived through many of them (constantly moving across the country doesn’t help one feel all that stable 🙃). But transitions have taught me a bit about patience, persistence and time because those are all required for familiarity. I can’t rush through to it, but in time, familiarity will come and with it a sense of place and rhythm and being grounded. But it starts with showing up. Then doing it again. And again. And again.

So to the person who may be transitioning, whatever and wherever that may be, as you seek your new rhythms, as you sit in the place of wanting to be known and have your place, know that you’re OK, it just takes time. It takes the vulnerability of faithfully showing up. It doesn’t always “feel” good, but one day, you’ll arise and realize that something is different. You bent with the curve without thinking about it. You’ll realize that you belong to something and it to you in a deeper, fuller way.

Just never forget the gift of this time of transition. It has a way of making us uniquely aware of life. Of growth. Of time. Pay attention. You never know how these lessons may help you guide another person along their way.