02/04/2026
I’ve been noticing this particular feeling that shows up in late winter.
Not the deep quiet of early winter, when there’s a sense of choosing what you’ll carry into the dark. But this restlessness that comes later—when you’ve already done a lot of inner work and start wondering, is anything actually changing?
For me, this is the moment when impatience sneaks in. When I want warmth, light, movement… and instead I’m still here, holding something tender that hasn’t fully revealed itself yet.
I keep reminding myself that two things can be true at once. I can long for what’s next and stay with what’s still forming. The work right now isn’t pushing forward—it’s staying. Noticing what steadies me. Asking what I need to be okay inside this waiting.
There’s something quietly powerful about this in-between. The days are getting longer, even if we can’t quite feel it yet. We’re in that pre-change moment where nothing looks different, and everything is slowly shifting.
I shared more of this reflection in my newsletter this week, just as a place to sit with it a little longer if you want.
Where are you feeling the tension between wanting change and staying with what is?
