The walk from my house to the hospital and back had become a symbol of transition, from family life to work, from work back to family life. Knowing we would both have long and sometimes disruptive hours, my husband and I chose to live a short walk from the hospital where we work. The location is convenient, although at times emotionally challenging to have neither physical nor metaphorical space separating work and family. So I created a transition ritual out of crossing the main intersection on my walk. As I cross from east to west to go to work, I intentionally breathe in preparedness, hope, and energy for the patients and colleagues who await me at the hospital and I breathe out warmth, gratitude, and comfort that my children are safe and nurtured in my absence. As I cross from west to east back home, I reverse the process, breathing in love, fun, and (more) energy for my family and breathing out the satisfaction of hard work, shared grief, and comfort that patients and colleagues are provided for in my absence.