Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard.
Plants are born tender and pliant;
dead, they are brittle and dry.
Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible
is a disciple of death.
Whoever is soft and yielding
is a disciple of life.
The hard and stiff will be broken.
The soft and supple will prevail.
Between the old and the new
lies the messy middle.
I borrow the phrase from Bruce Feiler,**
An accurate term when I recall the three times
I was voted and and had to move on from a role,
Though not for the best part of a year
three times over,
And also the time I decided to leave a role myself
and the two years this was to take.
Determined to use the messy middle in order to
grow and develop,
My journal accompanied me for much of this;
I didn’t journal or read much when it happened the first time,
And the difference for becoming a reader
and having my journal for the other times was
Writing in your journal is more powerful than simple meditation for the same reason that writing your goals down is more powerful than leaving them in your head.^
From a certain angle,
It feels as if all of these transitions meld into a messy middle,
And every day I am exploring towards the
I found myself pondering the “what ifs”
of staying instead of having to move,
Or moving in a different direction to the one that I have.
There is something inside that assures me that
each of these would have been
a good life,
But this one,
Born of all the messiness,
And for this I am grateful,
Each of these posts being an expression of my
Today’s being number
A transition is an adhesive and a healer. It takes something broken and begins to repair it. It takes something shaken and helps steady it. It takes something shapeless and starts to give it shape.**
*From James Clear’s Atomic Habits;
**Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
^Ben Hardy’s Willpower Doesn’t Work.