There are seasons in all of our lives.
It’s easy to imagine that the circumstances you’re in, or the experience you’re having, will continue just this way always.
But the limbo summer, in which nothing felt stable, or the autumn full of rushing self-confidence, or the winter of quiet sadness, each turn out to be a way-station, a transition time between this and that.
Sometimes our transitions unfold slowly enough that we cannot detect them from within, until we turn back and see just how far we have come.
And then we realise that however certain we were that we were stuck, or that we had it made, everything is really changing all the time – neither blessing nor curse, but just life’s way of doing what life does.