I'm Not There Yet: Name the In-Between
I’m Not There Yet: Devotion to the In-Between
There is a very specific kind of discomfort that comes when you are in the in-between.
Not who you were.
Not yet who you are becoming.
A space where the old life no longer fits…
and the new one hasn’t fully revealed itself.
At this point in my life, I no longer rush to escape this place.
But I remember when I did.
When I thought uncertainty meant I was doing something wrong.
When I tried to think my way into clarity.
When I overrode what my body already knew.
Now, I recognize it differently.
The in-between is not confusion.
It is a threshold.
It might look like this:
A role you’ve outgrown—but no clear next step.
A relationship that has ended—but no desire to fill the space.
A knowing in your body—but no language for it yet.
And if you’re not careful, the mind will start reaching.
For answers.
For timelines.
For reassurance that you’re “on track.”
But this is where I invite you to pause.
Not as a concept.
But as a practice.
Place your attention in your body.
Feel what is actually here.
And gently name it:
I’m not there yet.
There is honesty in that.
And there is power in not pretending otherwise.
The Body Already Knows
I’ve learned this slowly—through experience, not theory.
Clarity has not come from thought alone.
It has come from a bodily response.
From the subtle yes.
The quiet no.
The full-body contraction when something isn’t right.
The grounded expansion when it is.
The in-between is often a time when there is no clear response yet.
And that can feel uncomfortable.
Because you cannot force a yes.
And you cannot manufacture alignment.
So the work becomes this:
Can you wait without abandoning yourself?
Can you stay connected to your body
without letting the mind take over?
What Time Has Taught Me
At twenty, I moved quickly.
At thirty, I began to question everything.
At forty, I trust the timing of things in a different way.
Not because life became predictable—
but because I’ve lived through enough cycles to recognize the pattern.
Every time I tried to rush a becoming,
I created more friction.
Every time I honored the pause,
something deeper reorganized.
Not loudly. But accurately.
The most meaningful shifts in my life did not come from force.
They came from allowing. From listening.
From staying when everything in me wanted to move, just like I had many times before.
The In-Between Is Not Empty
This is where many women misinterpret the moment.
They think nothing is happening.
But beneath the surface, everything is recalibrating.
Your nervous system is finding a new baseline.
Your identity is loosening.
Your desires are refining.
This is not the time for urgency.
This is the time for attunement.
A Different Kind of Leadership
The older I get, the less interested I am in performative power.
And the more devoted I am to self-honoring.
Leadership, in this season, looks like:
Not saying yes when your body says no.
Not filling space just because it’s quiet.
Not rushing to the next thing to feel secure.
It looks like staying.
Even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when it’s unclear.
Especially then.
If You Are Here Too
If you are in a space where things feel unfinished…
undefined…
not fully formed—
I want you to know this:
You are not behind.
You are in a precise moment of your life that cannot be skipped.
Let it shape you. Stay close to your body.
Let your responses come in their own time.
You don’t need to rush your clarity.
You only need to remain available to it.
In Closing
The in-between is not a problem to solve.
It is a space to be in relationship with.
It asks for your presence. Your honesty. Your trust.
And if you let it—it will return you to yourself in a way that certainty never could.
