Honor the space between no longer and not yet. // Nancy Levin
Sometimes being in that space is really hard.
So I go to the beach.
To remind myself of who I am, how far I've come, why I'm here. It all led to breathing in this moment, living in this part of the country again, spending my days at this beach.
And once I've come to understand (as much as I can understand anyway, I still don't really get it), I remind myself where I'm going. And that is as frustrating as it is exciting, because I know I'm ready for it, but it's not really happening yet, not how I'd like (need) it to be happening. Even though I'm doing the work. Even though I've been doing the work for some time. Which makes no sense.
So here I am between no longer and not yet. Again. For a new reason. I've lost count how many times I've visited.
I'm here with a bigger heart, a stronger backbone + a calmer soul. And it still makes no sense.
So I stay at the beach just a little longer.
Until I understand just enough.
Until the space between no longer and not yet is so sun kissed that it feels like home again.