For the lucky few people who are thrilled by uncertainty, come back Wednesday.

I struggled whether to keep this blog strictly comedic — lists of how to drink like a small-town journalist (ooh that’s a good idea), diner recipes, etc. Or, I could write sincere posts. The truth is, I love being funny, but you know how spicy variety is for life and stuff.

First sincere topic: The in-between

Life in between is like a swinging pendulum, suspended in space without control. It’s why the middles of movies are the most suspenseful, uncomfortable and terrifying. But it’s also what makes the scene before credits the sweetest.

Ask anyone about the scariest moments in their life. They’ll say it’s losing a job, when the house burned down, the death of a best friend, basically when the walls of certainty began to collapse inward.

As the late Philip Seymour Hoffman said in “Doubt”: “Doubt can be as powerful and sustaining a bond as certainty.”

A large chunk of our lives are in between things. We’re between careers, between coffee and a lunch break, between cigarettes, between relationships. We’re waiting for the next thing that will give us a quick break, fill us up before it knocks us on our ass all over again.

When I moved to Emporia, I found myself once again in a new city where I knew no one. I moved into an apartment, where I would live alone for the first time. It was almost as frightening as moving to Bulgaria for a semester — but this was more permanent. I could grow roots.

Thankfully, Emporia is also between Wichita and Kansas City, where I have good friends and family. I found more friends and connections here, in a welcoming new home.

The only way to get through the uncertainty is to accept it. The truth is that nothing worthwhile is about the prologues or chapter endings. The best stuff is in between. Unless you’re talking about Powerpoint slide transitions. Don’t use those. No one likes words to spiral upside down.

• Case A: Oreos
• Case B: Seven-layer cake
• Case C: Pastrami sandwiches
• Case D: Bookends (I’m out of foods.)

In between is when the good stuff happens. We figure out why we can still stand straight. It’s when we discover that we never really needed the thing we lost to survive (although life was good because it was there). Until the next thing comes along, we’ll be OK. We’ll spend some time with ourselves.

So enjoy the transitions. Real ones are even better than Powerpoint or Oreos.