If thereβs one theme across these months, itβs the βmessy middleββthe space where Iβm 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. Itβs where my ideas form. Itβs where feelings take shape. Itβs where I realize that confusion isnβt proof that something is wrongβitβs proof that something is happening.
