You know that slightly disorienting feeling you've had all week? Like time doesn't quite make sense and you're not sure what day it is or what you're supposed to be doing?
Welcome to the in-between.
This stretch between Christmas and New Year is one of those rare pockets where the normal rules don't quite apply. Work is quiet (or closed). Obligations have lifted. The holiday is over but the new year hasn't started. You're floating in this liminal space where past and future meet, and honestly? It feels a little trippy.
And that's exactly as it should be.
Transition times are supposed to feel disorienting. You're leaving something behind and you haven't fully arrived at what's next. You're between stories - the old one is ending, the new one hasn't been written yet.
Your body knows this. That's why you might feel restless, sleepy, contemplative, or all three at once. That's why time feels elastic and strange.
So instead of fighting it,…
What if you leaned in?
What if you let yourself drift a little, daydream, wonder?
What if you gave yourself permission to exist in the in-between without needing to have it all figured out?
The answers will come. (If you are earnestly searching) But not today. Today is for the pause, the breath, the space between.
Happy in-between day.
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