The Messy Middle That I Keep Returning To

If there’s one theme across these months, it’s the “messy middle”—the space where I’m not lost, but not fully clear either. I used to be impatient with that space. I wanted answers, resolution, a straight line from uncertainty to understanding.

But the truth is, I keep coming back to that middle ground. It’s where my ideas form. It’s where feelings take shape. It’s where I realize that confusion isn’t proof that something is wrong—it’s proof that something is happening.