The situation moved. You’re still somewhere behind it.
The situation has moved, and the self is still somewhere behind it, looking for ground that has shifted. The new parent, the person who has left a career, the one whose long chapter has simply ended — you expected the practical disruption, the logistics, the new routine. What you didn’t expect was not quite knowing who you are now.
It comes with the chosen changes as much as the unchosen ones.
It comes with the chosen changes as much as the unchosen ones. And it is easy to judge yourself for struggling — especially when the change is one others would envy, or one you wanted. The good thing arrived; the disorientation came anyway, and the two don’t cancel out.
A life that is yours and somehow not yet yours.
It can feel like standing in a doorway you can’t go back through, in a life that is yours and somehow not yet yours.
Few people arrive with all of these. Most recognise one or two — and find the others underneath as the work goes on.
