01/21/2026
EMBODY WISDOM… WEDNESDAY WANDERINGS:
The hardest part of transition isn't always what you'd expect.
For me, it's been saying goodbye to physical spaces and rhythms.
I never expect to feel so much about a building, a desk, a view out a window. The particular creak of a door. The way light fell at a certain time of day. The route I walked without thinking.
But our bodies remember where we've been. The space held us through seasons of joy and grief, growth and collapse. And the rhythms became the scaffolding of our days, the background hum that told us who we were.
Leaving a physical place isn't just logistical. Losing a rhythm isn't just a schedule change.
It's leaving behind the version of yourself who existed there, who moved through those patterns.
Your body knew when to wake up, when to rest, where to sit, how to move through the day. And now it has to learn everything again.
What seems to be becoming more clear to me:
The hardest parts of transition aren't the big, nameable losses. They're the small, embodied ones - the muscle memory of walking into a familiar room, the absence of a rhythm that used to anchor your week, the disorientation of your body not knowing what comes next.
Your body knows what your mind tries to rush past.
Our bodies (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual) need time to grieve the space and rhythms that shaped us. They need permission to feel awkward in what's new.
So here's your Wednesday wandering:
What's been unexpectedly hard for you in a transition—past or present?
A physical space? A daily rhythm? Something your body remembers that your mind thought you'd already moved past?
Drop it in the comments if you want. Or just hold it quietly. Either way, you're not alone in this.