This Sacred Pause

In the In-Between (And That’s Enough)

Hayden and me. Two WildMinds in the spiral together, each finding our own language for truth. The way he thinks, the way he feels—I see it. I lived it. And now I get to witness him growing with grace I never knew at his age.

I’m in the in-between again.

But this time, it’s not purgatory. It’s not that desperate itch to move forward or back or anywhere but here. It’s something else. Something quieter. Wiser. Maybe even sacred.

There was a time—feels like lifetimes ago, but let’s call it eight years for convenience—when the in-between would’ve sent me spiraling in panic. I couldn’t sit still. Not emotionally, not cognitively, not physically. I had to be doing—earning, proving, performing, people-pleasing. (God, the old hustle of survival wrapped in the costume of achievement.)

But something’s shifted. Not like a neat turning point—more like an accumulation. An inner composting. I’ve been healing for six years now, maybe longer depending on where you start the clock. That healing has layered…