The pink in the sky lies just above the fog. An airplane glides slowly above the pink ribbon, viewing it all; then another plane, lifting higher into the blue beyond.  In life, foggy confusion can burst into pink joy. And that joy can lift us, and those around us, to heights we didn't imagine only moments before. It's in the haze of transition that new joy is birthed, as we reconcile the old to the new.  Without a dawn, there is no new day.

What value can you find in the haze or confusion of your transition?
What are you learning in the midst of change that will serve you when you arrive where you want to be?