Unbecoming, Becoming, and Everything in Between.
I’ve been in a space lately. Kind of a void.
A little wobbly, but also wildly awake in a way that’s hard to put into words.
It’s that sacred space in-between. The one we’re not really taught to name, let alone honor. The kind of space that can come with big life transitions, when who you were no longer quite fits but who you’re becoming hasn’t fully emerged.
Between who I’ve been, what I thought I had to be… and who I’m becoming.
Between what I’m letting go of and what I’m creating.
Between the parts of me that are healing (forgiving myself), parts I’m reclaiming (my truth, trust, belief), parts I’m letting go of (limitations, stories, people-pleasing), and the part of me that’s always been there and is ready to shine her light.
It’s not a breakdown, although it can feel like it at times.
Not quite the breakthrough. It’s the space before the breakthrough.
The pause. The unraveling and the realigning.
And it’s both uncomfortable and pretty damn magical.
When the Outside Noise Drowns Out Your Inner Knowing
I didn’t realize how much noise I’d let in.
It started with this deep, soul-level knowing: something’s gotta change. Like for real this time. Somewhere along the way, I got caught up in trying to figure it all out. I was looking around at what everyone else was doing, signing up for all the “magic formulas,” consuming nonstop… scrolling, comparing, second-guessing, feeling like I must be missing something. Trying to “solve” myself. Trying to get it right. Do more, better, faster.
The outside noise had become the norm. Bombarded every minute of every day with pings, texts, news, social media. Addicted to and reliant on these external stimulators, without even realizing it.
It became so loud I could no longer hear my own truth.
And then my body said, nope.
Sleep? Trash.
Digestion? Out of whack.
Energy? Shot.
My nervous system was fried.
Even with all the tools I know and teach.
Even with journaling, breathwork, yoga, nature walks…
Something deeper was calling me in.
The Pause Wasn’t Optional — it Was Sacred
At first, I judged it. Was I lazy? Depressed? Unmotivated? Falling apart? What was I resisting?? Where was the disconnect?
I wanted answers.
So, I listened to the pull and got quiet—like really, intentionally quiet. Turned down the outside noise. And then I heard it. A whisper that turned into a knowing – I need this. Follow it, trust it, be in it. Giving myself permission to just be, to break open, to feel it all, to hear myself again. Sitting with the uncertainty, exhaustion, and the pull to perform (and f*ck is that pull strong). Not resisting any of it, not pushing through it this time… allowing, getting curious, listening.
What I’m Learning in This Life Transition
This space in between? It’s where the magic lives.
It’s uncomfortable. It feels kind of foreign – the stillness, quiet, resting without judgment, being vs doing. That old programming runs deep – be productive, do more, hustle.
I decided to sit in the void and open to it, and here’s what I’m learning:
- It’s ok rest when my body needs it (even when my brain screams “you should be doing more”). Pay attention and honor the need – there is a reason for it. No explanations needed.
- This space is an offering to trust myself deeply, over any external voice – especially when the answers aren’t clear.
- I’m okay with not knowing. It’s not necessary, helpful or possible to have it all figured out. Also, life would not be nearly as much fun.
- Nothing inside me needs to be fixed. Heard, seen, nourished, honored and freaking celebrated – but not fixed.
- This time asks for nourishment more than ever — being more intentional with foods, people, places, and practices that truly support my body and soul. And saying no to the things that don’t.
I’m learning how to live without the checklist. To question the stories I inherited.
Questioning the beliefs that made me think I had to keep pushing.
Opening to what’s next—not because I have it figured out, but because I don’t.
And that, strangely, feels like freedom.
If You’re in The Space In-Between, Too
I’m still navigating this season of the between. It’s not linear. It’s not polished. And it sure as hell isn’t comfortable. But it feels so alive.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t want to (what fun would that be?!). But I’m learning, listening, shifting. And for now, I just wanted to let you in. Because I know I’m not the only one feeling this.
If you’re in the messy, quiet, sacred in-between too – you’re not alone.
if you’re unraveling, pausing, rebuilding…
You’re in the portal.
Open to it.
Let it teach you.
Let it soften and shape you.
Let it remind you who you are.
This space is sacred.
Let’s stop trying to rush through the unknown.
Let’s meet ourselves there – with curiosity, honesty, and a little bit of magic.