6 ways to find joy during times of change
“I’m in the chrysalis,” I said to Albert over dinner the other night. “I’m changing, but I’m not sure into what yet. I know I’ve left a life behind, but the new one isn’t clear. Basically, I’m goo.”
I surprised myself by how matter-of-fact I was about this. It wasn’t a bad thing, to be goo. I wasn’t asking for help or advice. I was simply stating what had become increasingly obvious to me — that the transformation I’m going through is profound, mostly invisible, slightly messy, and still in progress.
In July, I went back to the city for the first time in a year and a half. It was hard to believe it had been so long, but with Graham’s birth and not having childcare for most of the pandemic, being away for a whole day just felt overwhelming. The city felt buzzy, but changed. I wandered around our neighborhood, feeling a pang of sadness at the closures that had happened during the time I’d been away, and occasional moments of relief to see what had survived. But instead of feeling joy at being back in a place I’d loved for so long, I felt like I was visiting someone else’s life.
Many people talk about “going back to normal.” For them, I think the pandemic has functioned like a kind of pause button for life. When they press play again, life will resume more or less as it did before. But recently I realized that my life now is almost unrecognizable from what it was 18 months ago. We moved out of the apartment we had lived in for 6 years before the pandemic, and haven’t yet fully unpacked the one we were renovating when it started. We sold the cottage that had been our weekend refuge in March, and moved to a new house in a different neighborhood. My work has changed, from jetting off to various destinations to give talks to mostly performing those talks in front of a camera in my home office. And of course, the most radical shift of all: at the start of the pandemic I was six months pregnant. I was not a parent, and now I am. There’s no version of before that makes sense to return to anymore.
Every friend I talk to lately is going through similar discontinuities. One got married during the pandemic, and is emerging from isolation with a whole different set of priorities. Another is, like me, a longtime city-dweller trying to decide whether she wants to continue to live in the country long-term. Others are dreading a return to the office, questioning whether they want to change jobs or even careers. As one friend put it, “Everyone’s starting to go back to normal. But what if I don’t want to go back to normal?”
The pandemic broke my version of normal. And while I’m grieving some losses, I’m also finding it freeing. I hadn’t realized how much sway “normal” exerted on my way of life until there was no normal anymore. And without those familiar guideposts, how much possibility there might be to create a different life — and a different self — from the ones I had previously imagined.
All of which to say, I’m in the midst of transformation, and while it is at times scary and at times confusing, it’s mostly a liberating, creative, and above all, joyful endeavor. But when I look to our culture for references, I don’t see this reflected back at me. Mostly, I see transformation and growth depicted as an experience of struggle or trial. There are coming-of-age stories, which emphasize the protagonist as being awkward and out of step with those around them, making painful mistakes until they finally figure out their new selves. (Think Dirty Dancing or 13 Going on 30 or Lady Bird.) There are the stories of transformation through trial, where growth comes through a series of self-imposed or externally provided hardships that help to reveal the new self. (Reese Witherspoon as Cheryl Strayed, trudging up the Pacific Crest Trail in Wild, comes to mind here, or Overboard, or Baby Boom.) And then there are the stories of those who resist change, maybe even losing many of the things that matter to them in the process, until they finally “wake up” to their new self. (I’m thinking About a Boy, or Sweet Home Alabama — you know I love Reese Witherspoon — or The Five-Year Engagement.)
And while I love many of these stories, none of them quite fits what I’m experiencing right now. Maybe that’s because slow, gentle, quiet transformation doesn’t make for a very good movie. (What would we see except for a lot of long walks, voiceovers of the narrator writing in her journal, and meandering conversations with partners and friends?) But also, our culture doesn’t much like the messy process of transformation. We hate renovations, but love the final reveal. We find practice tedious, but performance dazzling. We love arrivals, we love destinations. But journeys? Hurry up and get us there already.
This makes me wonder: Is personal transformation made harder because we expect it to be that way? Are we primed to think growth must be painful, and does this prevent us from seeing the joy in it?
Earlier this week, I shared some thoughts along these lines on Instagram, and more than a hundred comments later, it’s clear that I’m not alone in feeling like I’m in a period of transformation, and that I’m also not alone in my hunger for more positive language to describe this experience. (Here’s the post, if you’d like to read it and add your voice to the conversation.)
One comment that caught my eye in particular was from Latoya J. Williams, who picked up on another commenter’s use of the word intense. She writes, “I think that pain, intense, uncomfortable, grief, etc. are among a constellation of words that we use to describe the ‘contrast’ or ‘gap’ between where we are and the unknown of where we’re going during more obvious times of individual evolution in our lives. The process doesn’t have to be ‘painful.’ And, I’ve found that the process usually can feel ‘intense’ at times, when I become fully present to the moment and my body. And, I think that’s normal! Intensity or a sense of contrast is probably the main way that we know that we’re shifting.”
I love this reframe from painful to intense. It reminds me of the research that shows that when we recast the anxiety we feel before a presentation or performance as excitement, we end up feeling less anxious and we actually perform better. Anxiety and excitement are both rooted in the physiological sensations of arousal, but how we interpret that arousal makes a big difference in our experience. Can we do the same for growth? By thinking of the strong feelings we experience during a time of change as intensity, instead of labeling them as painful, can we take the sting out of the experience and open ourselves up to seeing and feeling it more deeply?
Personally, I find metaphors helpful for this. They help to pull me up out of my experience, turn it around, and look at it from a different perspective. So I thought I’d share six metaphors for transformation — many inspired by the Instagram post shared above — that have helped me find a new lens on times of change. Not every metaphor will apply in every situation, but I hope you find one or two that helps you too.
Discovering the statue
We often think of change as an additive process, like we’re creating a new self. This can leave us feeling a little like builders who never received the architect’s blueprints — we know we’re supposed to put up a house, but what kind of house are we building?
In this case, it might help to take a cue from Michelangelo, who said, “Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.” Instead of building our new self, what if instead our task is to discover it? Rather than starting with an empty worksite and trying to muscle a structure into being, we’re instead starting with everything we need, and aiming to remove what’s unnecessary so we can find the form inside.
This mindset shift puts me into a mindset of curiosity, rather than one of labor. It becomes about unraveling a mystery, in the words of one commenter, and cultivates anticipation, in the words of another. As reader Jenna Guenett notes, “I have been making positive associations in my mind to uncertainty and change… like Christmas morning or the first day of vacation. You don’t know what it’s going to be, but you know it’s going to be good.” When change offers the potential for discovery, it’s much easier to get excited about what’s to come.
Wintering
I first became aware of the notion of wintering through a talk I once heard on creative seasons. (I wish I could remember the source. If it sounds familiar to anyone, please let me know.) The idea is that as a creative person, your output goes in cycles that mirror the Earth’s seasons. In a creative spring, ideas bud and flower, and we feel the buzz of new inspiration. In summer, our work develops and deepens, and in fall we harvest. The arc of a kind of work comes to completion, and begins to senesce. We may begin to feel tired or bored, and start craving something new. And then in winter, we rest. (These don’t necessarily correlate to physical seasons — they can happen at any time of year. It’s more about the feeling of the season.)
I started reading the Katherine May book, Wintering, in spring this year. It felt odd to pick it up just as the blossoms were returning to the trees, but I had the sense I needed it. May describes the necessity of periodic wintering this way: “Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximizing scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”
It may look like nothing’s happening in winter, but the truth is anything but. Below the frozen topsoil, seeds are getting ready to germinate. Buds are already set on the trees, waiting for the right time to burst open. The Earth’s creatures are resting, saving energy for the wild frenzy of spring. If we think about it this way, it shifts our attention from loss to potential. And it creates space in which to let that potential bubble up, rather than feeling like we need to force it into existence. Winter can’t be rushed, and transformation can’t either.
Being between trapezes
This metaphor is a new one for me, but having taken a couple of leaps from a flying trapeze at a Club Med twenty years ago, it immediately resonated. It comes from the title of the book Between Trapezes by Gail Blanke, which offers itself as a manual for those attempting to navigate big life changes.
Blanke explains the metaphor this way:
The reason I use the trapeze metaphor is because we all are ‘between’ in some area of our life, and because the wonderful thing about trapezes is that you can’t hold onto two of them at the same time. You’ve got to let go of the old one – the old view, the old way, the old idea, the old title – before you can reach out and grasp that new one. And in between, you’re not holding onto anything.
And it’s also the best of all possible times, because it’s where you discover who you are now and what you’re passionate about now and what’s possible now. You might even discover new talents and new people and new ideas, so that you can, in fact, reinvent yourself. But we all like to know how it’s going to turn out, so it’s hard to step out into that vast unknown.
We’re flying in midair, which can be frightening, but in that gap we are also unbound from the constraints that used to define us. Flying is inherently joyful, and, as reader Megan Edwards, who suggested this book, points out, even in our vulnerability, we do have a safety net below us. I like the idea of clarifying our safety nets, whether those are relationships, practices, or other anchors in life, and reminding ourselves of them so that we can concentrate on that weightless, airy moment between trapezes.
Personal renaissance
A few commenters mentioned this idea, and one linked it back to Amy Poehler, though I haven’t yet been able to find her specific thoughts on this notion. Renaissance literally means a rebirth, but it also connotes the period in Italian history when art and culture flourished after the Dark Ages. A personal renaissance, then, is not only chance for a fresh start, but a springing forth of new creative energy.
For me, this metaphor highlights the generative aspect of transformation. A personal renaissance doesn’t guarantee any particular result, but it is a lively, even boisterous time. And just as the Renaissance was a period that turned long-held assumptions on their heads (such as Copernicus declaring that the Earth revolved around the sun, or Vesalius disproving that women had an extra rib), a personal renaissance entails a revolutionary shift in worldview, and our own place within that.
Coming home to oneself
“There’s no place like home,” said Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and this metaphor offers a comforting spin on change. So often we view change as a journey away from the known self, toward an unknown that can be daunting, even frightening. As we change jobs, homes, or other aspects of life, we feel we venturing into a terra incognita — an unmapped landscape.
But what if we view change not as a departure, but a return? What if the old condition was more distant, and the new self is closer to our most natural state of being?
In fact, this is often how it feels after we have landed on the other side of a change. We wonder how we ever could have lived in the old way. We feel that we have seen a truth that was hidden from us before, and our new life is aligned with that truth in a way that our old life was not. We cannot imagine going back.
This metaphor is a clever way of previewing that feeling, reminding us that no matter how much uncertainty we feel in the present, we won’t always feel this way. Knowing that solid ground lies ahead makes it easier to feel patient with the instability of the transition.
In the chrysalis
This was my original metaphor, and for me, it still captures that ineffable mystery of transformation. The notion of a chrysalis or a cocoon is protective and quiet, a secret space for secret work. The metaphor entails moving from one state to another, and while there’s sometimes an assumption that the butterfly is better than the caterpillar (a kind of looksist value judgment), in reality, the change in form is more about adaptation to a stage of life: the caterpillar feeds and grows, the butterfly migrates and reproduces. Neither is better, both are necessary.
When I think about being in my chrysalis, it reminds me that I don’t have to come out until I’m ready. My transformation doesn’t have to be public, and it doesn’t have to follow a clear set of steps. I can live in my own mystery until it’s time to stretch those new wings. I don’t have to rush. I will know when it’s time.
Do you have a metaphor that helps you view transformation more joyfully? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
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Discussion (9 Comments)
I absolutely love this – thank you for sharing.
I’m a librarian who adores monarch butterflies, and wanted to share something with the hopes that it transforms your lovely metaphor further: the chrysalis is actually part of the caterpillar. The chrysalis is the pupa stage which has been in the caterpillar all along. It emerges on the 6th time the caterpillar sheds its skin. It wiggles and works *hard* to get off that final skin.
And then the outer skin solidifies into what’s known as the chrysalis. And it’s not green – it’s actually clear – it’s all that mysterious goo that’s green. So the very final phase of the metamorphosis is when the pigmentation comes in. Up to that point – even if you’re looking closely – you have no idea that such a major change is happening. It’s the day before they emerge (aka eclose) that the color appears and you realize that something major has changed.
Again, I hope that this just deepens the metaphor for you. I have a dozen butterfly tattoos because of how beautiful they are – with the metamorphosis being a metaphor for myself as well. And a final note: you can say that you “are” the chrysalis vs “in,” and that’d be correct (and cocoons are created by the moths or other creatures – so you can be “in” those). But I love it how it is – so don’t take that as me trying to correct you.
Finally (sorry this is so long!) my other favorite metaphor is from an e.e. cummings poem called “[in Just -]” He calls springtime “mudluscious” because all the amazing changes are happening in the mud (though to those things in the mud – it just seems dark and confusing).
“Discovering the statue” is the metaphor that really speaks to me! It reminds me of one of my favorite poems, “Fluent,” by John O’Donohue. It’s a very short poem, just four lines, that goes:
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
— John O’Donohue
Not that age necessarily correlates with experience, but it kind of does. In my 30’s I, like many people, was in a “track.” Now that I’m 57 I’ve had so many different “lives” in the past 20 years that what you are writing here seems like the status quo. I think anyone who is seeking, growing, trying to experience their best life, will have been through these metamorphases at least a few times.
Wonderful thoughts, Ingrid. I’ve been reading your posts for a while now and think it’s wonderful you’re exploring the concept of joy. I also love the reframe here on the process of change from being “painful” to “intense”. I just ended a relationship that was wonderful in so many ways, but deep down I sensed that the match just wasn’t right for me in the long term. The experience of parting from him has felt painful…but reframing it to “intense” also helps me keep my focus on the reality that I feel deep down that I’m doing what’s right for my heart.
Thanks for the work you are doing in this area! Love your posts.
Hi Ingrid!
During a virtual session that I attended today, a woman shared the quote: “When one door closes, another opens, but it’s hell in the hallways.” When I searched for this quote, I found a book by Sandi Bachom with this title. For me, this quote is another example of a perspective of change being painful/a struggle.
“Reframing” has been a big “theme” in my life lately. So, my mind went toward shifting the perspective of that quote, when I heard it. So, “When one door closes, another opens, and it’s OK that I’m in a hallway now” or “When one door closes, another opens, and I’m just in a hallway right now” came through me.
And, both of those options offers me the soothing, compassion, and witnessing that I try to provide myself. So, I’m wondering about taking a reframing lens to all of those change is a struggle metaphors! ?
I’ve also found that the “hallways” are a very useful time for exploration, experimentation, and practicing being present. And, an excellent time to allow joy in whatever small ways possible. I smelled some roses this week. And, I can still “smell” them now. ?
I read every email and every post linked to your emails from top to bottom because I thoroughly enjoy the thoughtfulness, the insight, and of course, the joy that comes through your writing! Yours is the only email subscription that I make it a priority to read. So, I am truly grateful for what you share with the world. ❤️
Also, I meant to share that I identified with “Coming Home to Myself” the most. Or, “Walking Home to Myself.” Reminded me of this lovely song by singer-songwriter, Tina Malia, “Walking Home.” You might like it too: https://youtu.be/il2PJatEk6E
Wise words, thanks for sharing. This reminds me of a much shared story of the importance of allowing the butterfly to emerge naturally. Eg https://stjamesstratford.com/documents/2019/3/butterfly_struggle_story.pdf
We need to allow space for our loved ones to struggle and change naturally. We can’t even force our own change we must allow ourselves to become naturally. Blessings, Ian
Thank you so much for this – metaphors are so powerful. After a career ‘summer’ season I fell into a fallow period – teetering on the edge of depression and burn out but never quite collapsing – working through what others might have seen as new achievements but never really feeling successful or happy, just a general flatness to life. But recently I’ve been feeling more hopeful and fresh, and with this blog post it all clicked – I’ve been wintering! And I’ve been trying to come out of winter into a full summer sun, instead of taking a season to rest and then to blossom through spring.
Today I accepted a new job that’s more in line with my strengths and values than my current role, which is great on paper but has never made my heart sing. Here in the southern hemisphere it’s early spring, and on my daily ‘joy-spotting’ walks I’m seeing flowers start to bloom and new shoots stretching into the sunshine, reminding me of the joy of renewal. Over the next few months I want to focus on a ‘spring’ season, reminding myself not to long for summer but to appreciate the season I’m in.
Thank you for this blog and your book, which I’ve found so helpful, and which were a key part of cracking the winter ice.
Thankyou so much for this Ingrid and for all your posts and for your wonderful book which has changed my life in so many different ways! I’ve been going through a difficult time recently and your writing has consistently helped me to feel sparks of positivity, optimism and to focus on creating joy when I can.
I especially love the idea in this post that a personal transformation can be a private and secret experience. I also love the idea of stages of creativity/energy and rest. I’m a singer-songwriter/composer and I often find that I forget to build ‘input’ and rest time into my life when I can feed myself inspiration. For me, I’m at my most creative, productive and imaginative in the darker months and resonate deeply with the idea of cocooning and spinning up new ideas. I’m currently gathering myself to start work on my sixth album, always a kind of transformative process, and your post reminded me of a song I released on my first back in 2004 – ‘Wintering’ – which has the lyric: ‘there’s a still point at the centre of my life’ which is how I feel about gathering, cocooning and conjuring slow change. If you’d like to listen it’s at: https://spoti.fi/2WgUqAq or https://chloemarch.bandcamp.com/track/wintering
Thankyou again for all the inspiration and joy!