You know that feeling
when you’re standing between two worlds,
one foot still in the old story,
and one foot reaching for a life you can’t fully see yet.
You didn’t jump all at once. You just eased toward something different, unsure if you’d be recognized or lost in the space between.
It’s heavy, but it’s honest
because halfway isn’t failure; it’s courage in disguise.
And so I’ll ask you,
if you let yourself keep going, who might you be once you step all the way out of that old shadow?