There is a moment in any transition where nothing quite fits.

The old ways no longer hold, but the new ones haven’t formed yet.
It’s not failure. It’s not confusion. It’s a space in between.

Most people rush to close that gap.

To name it.

To fix it.

To resolve it.

I’ve spent a lot of my life doing the same.

But I’ve begun to embrace a different way of being.

Clarity doesn’t come from forcing resolution.
It comes from staying long enough to see what’s actually there.

Becoming isn’t clean.
It’s not linear.
It doesn’t announce itself clearly.

It reshapes you quietly, while you’re still trying to understand what’s happening.

And if you can sit inside that—
without rushing to make it make sense—
something more honest starts to emerge.