10/04/2026
(Photo edited)
My heart goes out to the people who are in an in-between stage right now. ❤️
Sometimes it’s because something good is coming. Sometimes it’s because something painful is happening. And sometimes it’s one of those seasons that hurts now but may eventually lead somewhere better.
The hard part is that the middle usually doesn’t have a clear name. You know things are changing, but you don’t quite know what life looks like on the other side yet.
It reminds me of my moving houses. 🏡📦 metaphor another towards the end.
For a while, both houses are a mess.
At the old one, you’re packing, sorting through what you’ve carried for years, deciding what still belongs with you and what doesn’t. Some things are easy to get rid of. Others you stand there holding longer than you expected.
You can even miss the house before you’ve completely left it.
Then there’s the new house.
Nothing really has a place yet. You put something somewhere, decide it doesn’t work, move it again, and maybe move it a few more times before it finally feels right.
Things that fit perfectly in the old house may not fit in this one. You may need things you didn’t need before. You may buy something new and still have no clue where it belongs.
For a while, neither place feels settled.
Life can feel like that too.
You could be having a baby, losing someone you love, starting a new job, getting married, moving, retiring, or watching someone you love move into a different stage of life. Some of those changes are wanted, some aren’t, and some carry both joy and grief at the same time. They all come with a letting go of what was while you’re still trying to figure out what comes next. ❤️
Sometimes we choose the move.
Sometimes life starts moving things around for us.
Either way, it can make you question yourself. You may want to keep going one day and put everything back the next.
That doesn’t always mean you’re going the wrong way.
Sometimes you’re just in the middle of the move. 📦
The new place doesn’t have memories yet, and that can make it feel empty.
But eventually the boxes get opened. Things find a place. New routines happen without you noticing. Someone laughs in a room that used to feel strange. A memory gets attached to a kitchen table, a doorway, a chair.
At some point, the new place starts feeling like home. ❤️
I think that’s one of the hardest parts of change.
We want to know what the new life will feel like while we’re still carrying boxes out of the old one.
Sometimes everything feels scattered simply because it’s being rearranged.
The mess doesn’t always mean something has gone wrong.
Sometimes the mess is part of the move. ❤️
✨ NEW METAPHOR ✈️
And I think some transitions are a little like breaking the sound barrier too.
As you get closer to something unfamiliar, things can get louder, shakier and more intense. There’s pressure. There’s fear. There’s that instinct to pull back toward what you know because at least you know what happens there.
But feeling shaken up doesn’t always mean turn around.
Sometimes you’re just getting close to the other side. ✈️❤️
3rd metaphor
Just like a ball of yarn turned into this in stages....and I promise it cost more than we made and took many attempts to get the size we needed but we learned, we were frustrated, we laughed, we absolutely enjoyed the final version 😀 ❤️
