In the In-Between

I am in a strange place in my life.

Not who I used to be.

Not yet who I am becoming.

Just… in between.

This season doesn’t have a clear name. It feels like waiting, but not the patient kind they talk about in books. It feels heavy and quiet at the same time. Like standing at a bus stop with no idea when the bus will arrive, only the certainty that I cannot turn back.

Some days, I feel full of dreams. Other days, I feel like a question mark with a heartbeat.

I am learning that becoming is not loud. It doesn’t always come with announcements or applause. Sometimes, it looks like waking up again after disappointment. Sometimes, it looks like trying even when fear is sitting beside you. Sometimes, it looks like doing nothing at all and hating yourself for it.

I am afraid of many things — failure, delay, being unseen, being wrong. I am afraid of trying and not becoming what I imagined. But lately, I am more afraid of staying exactly the same.

So I am learning to be gentle with my in-between.

To stop rushing my future as if it owes me speed.

To sit with the discomfort of not knowing.

Maybe this is what becoming really is:

Not a dramatic transformation, but a quiet yes to growth — again and again.

If you’re here and you feel stuck between who you were and who you hope to be, I see you. We may not have answers yet, but we are moving, even if it’s slow.

And for now, slow is enough