No one tells you what's in between.
After a ferocious war, you sit there,
bloodied, wounded...
Is it really over? Did I even win? What now, when I have nothing left?
That's the in between.
No one tells you what to do in transitions...
Threading through loss and the faint possibility of winning.
A dreadful stillness.
A crossroad of giving up or pushing forward.
When all feels lost, crumbling
When there's nothing to hold on to
No one tells you you’ll need to grieve...
Not just what you lost, but what you had to let go.
Old habits that cling, versions of yourself that no longer fit.
You’re saying goodbye without realizing it.
Even with a clear mind for change,
even when you choose discomfort,
it still hurt.....
because you loved yourself.
No one tells you life doesn't catch up right away....
The world lags behind the person you're becoming.
No one tells you the transition is a tug of war,
between failure and success of
endurance,
patience,
perseverance.
That you'll feel lost,
hopeless,
numb,
but... hopeful.
No one will tell you that you have to push through and keep going,
even when results haven’t arrived.
That’s the risk of doing things right.
Planting the roots even in disarray.
Laying a quiet foundation.
A tree that will live a hundred years.
Until, finally....
comes the season of growth.
And there’s nowhere to go,
but up from the soil.
