The Month Of Transition
August for me has always brought about great transitions.
August was the month that marked the return to classes when I was growing up in Pennsylvania.
August was the month my mother was diagnosed with the lung cancer which would take her life in less than six months.
August was the month of The Hartford Fair. Going to the fair was The Thing to do. Rides, horse shows, tractor pulls, and fair food. It was the period at the end of the sentence which was summer.
August was the month I fell in love. Multiple times. What they say about summer romances is true. Nearly every man I have loved began with a first summer date.
August was the month I began college at age thirty. And started my journey from stay-at-home Mom to college student to registered nurse.
August was the month we moved from Upstate New York to North Carolina.
August was the month I began working at my current facility. The facility I will be retiring from in a few months — over twenty-five years from that very first day in orientation.
August was the month we separated, my ex-husband and I. Each of us transitioning to single life in painful, baby-steps.
August was the month my third granddaughter was born. Completing a family and blessing us all with joy.
August is the peak of hurricane season in The South. Kali’s destructive forces reshaping and reimagining life on the coast. Call them by name: Camille, Andrew, Charley, Katrina, Harvey, Florence.
August is the month I submitted said retirement paperwork to end a nursing career that spanned decades.
August is the realm of Leo — Strong, loving, protective, and fierce. Nothing can stand in its path.
And isn’t that the truth of Life? Transition flows through it carrying us to unknown places. Change is the only constant in our lives. Nothing stands still.
Not in Life. Not in August.
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou