When I started this blog, the idea was to share about the space between the big moments in life. The little moments that lead to the bigger picture of living.

Lately, I’ve been thinking more deeply about that space, the in between, and how it mirrors both my inner world and the world around me. In my life right now, there have been some big moments of change, and others are clearly ahead, but at this moment, I’m in between. The space between life and death. Between the last page and a new chapter.

It’s not an easy space to be in. There is stress, uncertainty, and a constant hum of anticipation. But sharing it here, and talking about it with those closest to me, has been a tremendous release. I can feel the difference both physically and mentally when I express how I feel.

I’ve always struggled with staying grounded during seasons of waiting. When life pauses between chapters, I tend to blur the edges, thinking about everything that comes next, all the steps I’ll take once I finally get there. I forget to live in the here and now. I drift through the in between instead of noticing it. I can usually reflect later and see what those moments taught me, but rarely do I catch them all as they happen.

This time has felt different. I don’t want to drift. I want to see the moments, the details, the truth of where I am. I want to notice. I want to feel. Maybe that’s because I have too much that needs me present: my husband, our dogs, our business, our team, friends and family, as well as my own well-being. I can’t stay in waiting any longer.

I’m grateful for where I am and what I have in life, but right now many parts of life feel suspended. We’re waiting to truly settle into our new home. Waiting for the next wave of busy days that will steady our business and our staff. And I’m quietly waiting to say goodbye to my best dog friend, who has been by my side through it all while I do my best to make sure his days are still filled with comfort and love.

In some ways, it feels like I’m waiting for life itself to catch up.

But maybe that’s the lesson hidden in this season.

I’ve spent years learning how to be open, how to see from different perspectives, how to admit what I don’t know. That awareness has always been a gift. And now it’s teaching me something new, that awareness isn’t the same as presence.

This time, I’ve chosen presence. I’m trying to see what is actually here, not just what is next. I’m allowing myself to feel what surfaces. 

And what I see is good. Growth happening quietly in the background. A calm that’s starting to root itself in patience. Work that feels meaningful. Love that feels steady. Small, ordinary moments that remind me life doesn’t stop while we wait. It keeps unfolding.

Maybe that’s what it means to live in the in between: to stop holding your breath for what’s ahead and finally exhale into what already is.

We’re all, in some way, waiting. Waiting for clarity, for change, for the next thing that makes sense. But the in between isn’t a pause. It is part of the whole story, and we should focus on every word.

So I ask you, wherever you are right now, how can you be more present in your own waiting? What might you see, feel, or learn if you stopped looking ahead and started noticing the space between?