IN TRANSIT..

In Adele’s voice : ‘ there is a fire starting in my heart , reaching a fever  pitch, bringing me out of the dark’ ( Rolling in the deep )

This song is sad, happy, confusing, unforgiving, forgiving:  its conflict gives me joy because it explains how I feel right now. I am in transit, not romantically but in Life, Moving from a bad place to a better Place but at one point I felt I was at the very right place but I can see clearly now that it was never the right place because I am made for better things.

To Transit [ˈtrænsɪt ˈtrænz-] means:

As a noun:

1.

a)      The passage or conveyance of goods or people

b)      (as modifier) a transit visa

2. A change or transition

3. A route

As a verb

1.      To make a transit through or over (something)

I am in Transit from a sad Place to a Happy Place, from working for people to working for myself.

I am in transit from singleness to a family.

I am in Transit from living on pay checks to having People on my Pay Roll.

I am in transit from withholding to generosity

I am in transit from destructive criticism to instructive analysis

Generally, I am in transit from the Hustle to the Wealthy Place.

My Happiness is not dependent on the things I see happening now but it’s based on this

 I know where I have been, I know where I am now but I am sure of where I am going.

I am in Transit , join me on this journey if you feel like giving up when you wake up sometimes, or you sit in an a/c office and are scared of this month’s review, or you’re a banker who every day your scared your login password may no longer work, or you work in a small company where your efforts are ignored, if you’re in a foreign land working odd jobs, for odd hours to make ends meet , or if you’re a student studying a course you have no business studying, if you’re in a marriage on the verge of breaking, or a relationship that seems not to make sense.

If you’re on the verge of delivering your first born, or you just got a raise,you just registered your own company, your boyfriend proposed, your girl friend said yes, your mama has finally made peace with your papa, look ahead the best is yet to come and this is just the beginning.

So I’m humming this happy song by Luther Vandross as i walk away :

When I wake up in the morning love, and the sunlight hurts my eyes, and something strange without a warning love bears heavy on my mind, Then I look at you and the world is alright with me, just one look at you and I know it’s gonna be  a lovely day ( lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)……