I was at school, the one I was soon to leave, cleaning things up and preparing for the changeover to the next leader. My wife texted me. “Can I bring another teacher over so she can look at your school’s makerspace?” I replied back with this image:
The makerspace was being moved upstairs, to a classroom with more room and storage. “Sorry, kind of a mess here.”
This time of year, it seems like there is nothing but transitions. Students move from one grade to the next. Teachers close out this year while also preparing for September (plus some well-deserved summer in between). Parents become the primary mode of transportation for all of their kids’ activities. Constant motion.
In my personal transition of moving to a new position, I am realizing that we don’t own anything. Everything is on lease to us, including what we purchase and even our close family members and friends. Life is made up of moving parts. If we are lucky, we become one of these parts within a group or community that heads toward something bigger than ourselves and depends on each other in the process. Maybe we don’t own anything, but we do put our fingerprints on the experiences in which we are most involved.
As I have come to understand that our world is a series of transitions, big and small, I hope I have also become more accepting of change as a natural part of things. “Life in transition”: My current mantra.