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You’re ready to step into a new season of life, expecting it to move forward. Not all at once, of course, and not in some big cinematic way, but enough that you can feel things shifting. Enough that your plans start taking shape and your days begin to look a little different.
You finally make the decision. You get ready. You do all the small, practical things that usually signal change is coming. And then…nothing happens.
It’s such a strange feeling, realizing you’ve crossed a line mentally, but your life hasn’t caught up yet. No one really talks about that part. The stretch of time where you’re no longer where you were, but you’re not anywhere new either.
Everything looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same. You move through your days a little differently. A little more aware, maybe. A little (or a lot) less settled. It’s like you’re in a space that no longer fits, but it’s still very much the one you’re living in.
It’s subtle, but it’s there. That in-between feeling.
You start noticing the stillness around you in a way you didn’t before. You catch yourself looking for signs that something is shifting, even in the smallest way. And when it doesn’t—when things stay quiet—it becomes very heavy.
It’s not just emotional either, the practical part of your life starts to unravel too. You hesitate. You second-guess timing. You start to doubt things. You hold off on decisions you might normally make without thinking. It becomes this constant back and forth, do I move, or do I wait? Start, stop, wait, maybe. It’s exhausting.
You’ve already pictured what comes next. You’ve stepped into it in your mind. But physically, you’re still in the exact same place, going through the same motions, just waiting for…something.
And the disconnect that follows, is tiring in a way that’s really hard to explain. Life keeps moving, technically. The days pass, things get done, everything looks normal from the outside. But underneath, it feels like a giant pause.
Some days feel lighter and you think, maybe this is the day things start to shift. Other days (most, actually) feel heavier. Like you’re waiting on something you have absolutely no control over. You can’t speed it up, can’t fix it, can’t figure out ahead of time. You’re just stuck.
And it’s only then that you realize, it’s not the change that’s hard…it’s the waiting.
