DAY 80 OF 365 Sometimes the in-between aches more than the waiting, because you're not quite who you were, and not yet who you're becoming. You're floating in a space that belongs to no one, not even yourself. It gently holds room for what your hands are ready to receive, quietly preparing you for the moments that will matter most. It's just in between chapters, in between the past you know and the future you're learning to trust, in between what's over and what's next.