Between Worlds

There are times in life that feel like fog. Not quite the person we were, not yet the person we’re becoming. These in-between places — the thresholds — are hard to name, let alone explain. But they’re where everything shifts.

I’ve felt it lately — like I’m standing behind a thin veil, still visible but not fully here. The old story no longer fits, but the new one hasn’t arrived. It’s uncomfortable. Unsettling. Sacred.

This is the cocoon. The part where things dissolve. And in our world that glorifies clarity and productivity, it’s hard to honour the mess of becoming.

But I am learning to stay. To wait in the softness. To breathe in the not-knowing. I don’t need to rush forward or retreat backward. I can be in the blur — and still be whole.

You don’t have to know who you are becoming to trust that you are.