12/31/2025
There is a strange and gentle pause between Christmas and the New Year.
Time loosens its grip. The days blur.
We forget what day it is—and maybe that’s the point.
This is an ecotone—the space between what has been and what is coming.
A threshold. An edge.
Not meant for rushing or resolving, but for rest.
The last few days, life has insisted I slow down.
Illness arrived quietly and rearranged my plans.
Clients rescheduled. The calendar softened.
I folded inward and listened.
Outside, a snowstorm gathers—
the kind that could bury us under two feet of white,
asking the world to pause, to quiet, to stay close to home.
Nature echoing what my body already knows.
In the in-between, nothing needs to be decided.
Nothing needs to be optimized or fixed.
This is fertile ground, even when it feels unproductive or undone.
If you feel a little untethered here, you’re not lost.
You’re listening.
You’re standing at the edge where endings soften into beginnings.
Let yourself rest in the not-knowing.
Let the nervous system exhale.
Let the snow fall, the body mend, the days blur.
What comes next will arrive in its own time.
For now—this is enough.
