I once had a ballet teacher who said that the difference between an intermediate dancer and an advanced dancer is in how she transitions. An intermediate dancer will execute the big movements and positions beautifully, sure... but how does she move from one to the next? Is there awareness, grace, and dignity in her in betweens? Is she making a choice about the quality of her movement or are her transitions merely the residue of or preparation for the snapshot moments?
The same idea is present in some yoga teachings which suggest that the entire practice may be preparing us to transition through death with presence and openness, so that our last moment in this realm might be one full of love rather than fear.
In my experience, the really true truths are applicable in any circumstance, and I think this might be one of them. How do I carry myself through liminal spaces? Can I approach them with a present mind and an open heart? Can I have the courage to feel the waves of sensation as they come and let them wash over me, without resistance and without drowning?
I'd like to look back on this transitional time in my life and feel proud that I treated it with respect - not just as the necessary move from one thing to the next but as a thing all its own. I hope that I've learned how to give my full attention to the experience of turning the page. I hope I'm open to the beauty and thrill in the leap of faith. I don't want to miss it.