A love letter to the woman who is between who she was and who she is becoming.
There are moments in a woman’s life that feel like suspension — like standing between two realities. The world calls it confusion. I call it sacred becoming.
This is your permission to pause.
To not have the answers.
To not know who you are right now.
To let the space between what was and what’s coming next be sacred.
You don’t have to name this.
You don’t have to rush this.
You don’t have to explain why your soul feels heavy while your life looks fine.
You are not failing.
You are reforming.
Write this somewhere you’ll see it often:
“I am not lost. I am in transition. I am between worlds, and that is sacred.”
The Sacred Pause
Some seasons of life are not meant to be productive.
They are meant to be transformational.
We live in a culture that glorifies momentum — that tells us stillness means we’re falling behind.
But what if the stillness is where the new story begins?
What if the fog you’re in isn’t confusion, but creation?
You are not broken because you don’t feel like yourself right now.
You are being rewritten.
Take a breath.
Sit with the questions instead of rushing toward the answers.
Ask yourself gently:
- What am I grieving that I haven’t given myself permission to grieve?
- What part of me is trying to rise while I keep asking her to wait?
- What would it feel like to let this fog be sacred — not a problem to fix, but a space to rest?
If you can, light a candle. Sit in silence for five minutes.
Not to find clarity.
Not to be productive.
Just to be in your becoming.
That is enough.
Closing Reflection
So if you find yourself standing between who you were and who you are becoming, remember:
You are not behind.
You are not lost.
You are in the tender, sacred work of transformation.
