I want to hold your hand

Transitions are so hard.

Depending on what the transition is, it can feel unbearable.

Most of us go kicking and screaming into the dark night of moving from what we love into the unknown.

Sometimes it helps to pretend a little, but pretend what? It depends on who we are. Finding an idea, or dream bright enough to light our way is very personal. It's kind of like a child writing a letter to Santa Claus, only we are writing it to ourselves.

In the beginning the hardest part might be admitting that what was, is past. It is hard to let go.

Given half a chance and enough time, this darkness will become part of the past. Part of the foundation for who we are, but not the whole of us.

People can hold our hand, not to lead us through the darkness, not to take us to a new place; those are things we have to do ourselves, but just to reassure us that it is possible and that they have confidence in us.