How I Learned to Live in the In-Between

I used to believe that every story needed an ending before it could mean anything. A diagnosis, a decision, a door that finally closed. Until then, I was just waiting.

The tension of almost-knowing

But most of life happens in the middle. Between the test and the result. Between the offer and the answer. Between who you were and whoever you’re becoming.

Halfway to Whole started as a list of these middles. I wrote them down because I couldn’t sleep, and because naming them made them feel less like waiting and more like living.

Ambiguity isn’t a failure to decide. Sometimes it’s the most honest place to stand.

What I do now

• I let unfinished things stay unfinished for a while.
• I stopped asking “what’s next?” at the end of every good day.
• I write the middle of the story first.

None of this has made me more certain. It’s made me more at home in not knowing, which turns out to be most of the time.