Transition could be described when a caterpillar goes into its cocoon of isolation to begin its transformation into a butterfly. It is used to describe the stage of labor just prior to pushing in birth, you know, where objects are flying and cusswords abound. Transition is the point when children in daycare are moved from one activity to another. When I hear the word transition, I know that hard work is ahead.
It isn’t always easy to go from one thing to the next. Think of dragging a child away from a favorite movie or friend. It is going to get ugly in a hurry! All this aside, transition is the beginning of a transformation.
Transformation is to change. For better or worse we are all transforming all the time. I am currently in transition to transform myself from a student to a woman with a career. I feel an alteration in my psyche as the knowledge comes flowing in. It is changing the very fiber of who I am. I am gaining strength I didn’t know I needed and insight I hadn’t even been reaching for. With every breath, my transformation is gloriously in progress and, though the work is hard, I know that I will persevere.