If you’re between what was and what hasn’t formed yet, this quiet can feel unsettling. This piece reflects on the threshold as a valid place to stand — not a delay or a mistake, but a moment where life is rearranging itself before it speaks again.

What carried you to where you are now may not be meant to carry you forward. This piece explores identity as something functional rather than fixed, and why letting go doesn’t require reinvention — only the patience to allow what no longer fits to finish leaving.

When something stops fitting, the urge for clarity often arrives as urgency. But relief isn’t the same as truth. This is a reflection on premature answers, borrowed certainty, and the quiet discipline of letting a question remain open until it no longer needs to be forced.