Transitions!

Moving from one familiar place to another unknown and unfamiliar territory causes me angst. Even if I know the change is good for me I still find myself looking longingly over my shoulder at what should or could have been, wondering if I’ve made the right decision. Should I go back or trudge blindingly forward? 

Finally with apprehension and trepidation I  slowly turn my head and my focus to the challenges ahead. I take a deep breath, square my shoulders and I plunge on. I promise not to look back. I try not to relive only the most wonderful memories and glamorize the things I’ve left behind. I remind myself that I am moving on for a reason. I remind myself that letting go of people, places and things is very difficult for me. Often it is the absolute last resort as I am a born problem solver. I try getting over a problem, through, under, around, ….exhaustion ensues and I have to admit I’ve done all that I can. Again and again. Time to let go. To go where?

Truly it’s not the flying, plummeting, free fall that I mind so much, exactly. No, it’s the terrifying white knuckle moments right before flight that is my nemesis. I cling, shredding my nails, clutching tightly until my arms cramp, making useless and futile bargains with God in a vain attempt to forestall the inevitable…. letting go, saying goodbye. Moving on. Falling into the hollowness with no flight plan and no parachute.

Finally, I slowly loosen my death-like clutch on the past…. I release myself to the fates and to the winds of change. I will attempt to be gracious, open-minded, curious and kind. I will use this time of transition to become a better version of myself with my newfound knowledge and enlightenment. I will open my arms wide and appreciate the storm of change as the past whips by with the sound of a locomotive and the silence of transition approaches , engulfs and hopefully cradles me.

It is here my work will begin. I will land in a different place and my climb will begin anew. Ascending and trusting the Godwinks I must now rely on as if my life depended on it, because surely it does. I’m in uncharted water apprehensive and uncertain. It will be here that my new purpose and my faith will collide. Trusting that while I am uncomfortable and tentative I will prevail. I will pray for guidance and strength to trust that deep in the dark abyss of transition there is a safety net that is as yet unseen.

It is a comfort and a relief to know that I am not alone. At the very least I hope to find that I am braver than I know. 

 

 

 

 

 

Tercentennial Birthday Parade

My Little Town celebrated its 300th birthday, officially called the Tercentennial Birthday Parade. Who doesn’t love a parade? I must admit,  I didn’t know what number of years Tercentennial represented. Did I study this in school? No matter, I looked it up, it’s 300 years. We had a lovely parade with over 2,000 participant’s, major by our little town standards. To put it into perspective, our annual Memorial Day parade is usually 10-15 mins long, with less than 500 marching and this extravaganza was over an hour and half long, in the blistering 90 degree, September weather. I know because my sons kept reminding me of the temperature every 15 minutes or so.

People began putting out their chairs and roping off spaces for their family and friends the night before the festivities even began.  Normally, there is no need to jockey for space or to put your chairs out the night before, but this was the Tercentennial Parade! The flurry of activity had our poor little town in a tizzy but they managed to pull the whole thing off without any major hiccups. Happy 300th Birthday Little Town! Enjoy the Parade.

 

The calm before the parade
The calm before the parade

 

Set up
Set up
Setting the stage
Setting the stage
Still more crowds and you can see why setting up chairs was necessary.
The crowds line the street
Our  neighboring police
Our neighboring police
And the parade begins
And the parade begins
Marching kilts
Marching kilts
And more Kilts.
And more Kilts.
Still more kilts
Still more kilts
The history of our Little Town
The history of our Little Town
Minute Men
Minute Men
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Ready, Aim, Fire!
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Another little town nearby
An unusual sight
An unusual sight
Now that's a tank
Now that’s a tank
Winged women
Winged women
Winged women on stilts
Winged women on stilts
Fashion season circa 1700s
Fashion season circa 1700s
Firehouse Dixie Band
Firehouse Dixie Band
Obligatory clown car
Obligatory clown car
Really not sure.
Really not sure.
Veiled ladies
Gold veiled ladies??
Again, not sure
Again, not sure
Zamboni ice cleaner?
Zamboni ice cleaner?

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Marching band
Marching band
Boys scouts
Boys scouts
Girl scouts
Girl scouts

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The crowds :)
The crowds 🙂
Home town favorites
Home town favorites