Holding the In-Between

There are moments when I look ahead…and I don’t fully recognise what I am moving towards.

Not because it is unfamiliar alone—but because I am no longer the same person who once imagined that future.

And when I look back, what once felt certain and grounding no longer holds me in the same way.

It isn’t loss in the usual sense. It feels more like a quiet loosening—a gentle detachment from identities that once felt like home.

I find myself in this in-between space—where the past no longer fits, and the future has not yet taken form.

And in this space, there is discomfort…but also honesty.

Because what is falling away was never meant to be carried forever. And what is emerging cannot be rushed into clarity.

This journey—from where I had come to what I am becoming—doesn’t feel linear.

It feels like a quiet reorganisation of the self.A shifting. An unlearning.

There are days I don’t fully recognise myself—and yet, somewhere beneath it all, there is a subtle knowing…

That this is not confusion. It is change.

That not relating to what lies ahead means I am no longer projecting from who I was. And not feeling the same about what lies behind means I have already moved through it.

So I stay here.

Not rushing to define it. Not forcing meaning.

Because maybe becoming isn’t about arriving somewhere clear—but allowing yourself to unfold, without needing to fully understand it.

And for now…that is enough.