Much as we may sometimes wish it otherwise, we can’t stay the same for ever.
For example, I was working. Then I wasn't. I will be again, no question.
But in between each of those three states of being is change, and lots of it. I talked before about how hard it can be to transition.
I can push myself through the transition, the in between time, and try to fight to make it go quicker.
I can feel guilty that it’s taking me time to go from not writing back into writing.
I can ignore how bad both of those things feel and work anyway, even though I’ve learned that I’ll struggle with writer’s block later.
I can allow it and by doing so, get rid of the counter-productive pushing that doesn’t work for me.
I can surpass the guilt that only bogs me down.
I can ease into my writing again in a way that leaves me wanting to write.
Transition doesn’t just apply to writing, by the way. If you hadn’t guessed, there’s a transition built into everything in life. There’s the transition from being single to being married, from not being a mother to being one, from childhood to adulthood, adulthood to elderhood and so on. And a hundred million other transitions pop up along the way, even on a daily basis.
And ritual can be used to ease them all.