We know change is inevitable, and some changes are welcome (like the eventual return of spring, you know, for instance...). But even with the welcome changes come uncomfortable periods of transition--the periods of mud and waiting when we seem stuck in-between, neither one thing nor another. That, I think, is the hardest part of change. At least the adaptations necessary for a new environment come quickly and are handled, in large part, by instinct.
But there is no good, quick easing to the waiting, to the mud season, if you will. It's something we navigate with thoughtful care until the ground firms up beneath us and we can settle in, finally, for the season.