The way things used to be is no longer.
The way things will be is not yet here.
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Sounds a bit spooky and mysterious and maybe sort of promising, but also a little scary, doesn’t it?
Liminal space is a location of transition, somewhere in between origin and destination. An empty hallway of lockers two weeks before school starts. An empty King’s Cross Station in Harry Potter. And also my life lately, and probably yours as well.
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For the past year, we’ve been doing things pretty unsustainably. Almost every project in my life has been a multitask. The childcare juggling when no other options in a pandemic exist is a lot. And strangely, looking at day care and other options right now also feels a bit unsettling and foreign. Sometimes you get used to what was, and even unambiguously positive change is an upstream swim. And that’s just one of many liminal areas for us right now!
I typically love change, and The past year has made me hungrier than ever for certain changes. Systemic changes. Personal life changes. STILL, I recognize the resistance. It’s real. Leaving the familiar-even one with many flaws-is always a push. It’s no excuse for why we should allow ages old injustices to exist, but it is a bit of a clue as to what we’re up against.
There’s eerieness and optimism. Anger over the worst of the ways things have been. Hope in imagining what could be different. Exhaustion over all the moving parts and the struggle to find footing.
I’m not even sure if this will seem like an ambiguous rant or if it’ll resonate with so many people who I suspect are looking at a similar thing.