9/13/2016 A friend of mine wrote "Life takes turns. Hard to figure sometimes. Grateful for friends and family. And work." and it's stayed with me today. Life sure IS hard to figure sometimes.
Sometimes, I feel good. Strong. Grounded. Focused. Content.
Sometimes, I feel lost. Tired. Tethered. Wandering. Restless.
I want the good stuff ALL the time. I get so much done at work, my house and car are cleaner, my kids are happier, I cook more.
But, what about the seasons when I feel lost? When the world feels a little bit too big - or too small?
What about when I feel like I'm supposed to be doing SOMETHING important, I just can't quite figure out what.
We know that sometimes there's space between the vine we've been holding and the next vine - the next chapter or learning in our lives. We know this with our heads but my goodness this "in between" puts my heart in a steady state of "OMG".
I don't like it. There's a technical name for it, which actually makes me feel better: liminal space.
LIMINAL SPACE: "If you feel that you are anxiously floating in the inbetween perhaps you are in The Liminal Space. The word “liminal” comes from the Latin word limens, which means, "threshold." “… It is when you have left the tried and true, but have not yet been able to replace it with anything else." Thank you, Google.
Check. I'm there. I don't like being there, but at least now I have a zipcode.
We learn in the in betweens. We grow. We take deep breaths.
Hang in, sweet friends. The next vine is coming.