The Sacred In-Between: The Power of the Pause

Have you ever felt like you’re doing everything right. Showing up, doing the inner work, staying open, saying yes to healing. And still, things just aren’t moving?

Not in the way you imagined.

Not in the timeline you trusted.

Not in the way that makes any sense.

You start to wonder if something’s wrong with you. If maybe you missed a step. If you’re not doing enough. If the breakthrough you long for is ever going to come.

But what if you’re not doing anything wrong?

What if you’re exactly where you’re meant to be. Not stuck, but in between?

Every summer, I spend time on a 55ft sailboat along the Dalmatian coast. The sea stretches out before me like a mirror of the soul: vast, beautiful, untamed.

Some days are still.

Some are stormy.

None of them happen exactly as you planned.

And that’s the sacred lesson.

Sailing isn’t graceful or predictable.

It can be frustrating. Exhausting. Humbling.

You’ll question your direction. You’ll wonder if the wind will ever come. You’ll tighten your grip . . . and still, nothing moves.

And then, when you least expect it, something shifts.

Not because you pushed harder.

But because you softened.

You stop gripping the wheel.

You start listening to the water, to the wind, to that whisper within.

You surrender. In devotion.

That’s where you are now, isn’t it?

After years of people-pleasing, over-performing, carrying what was never yours to hold. You’re learning how to let go. How to trust again. Not just in life but in yourself.

Healing isn’t about forcing a new path.

It’s about attuning to what’s already true.

It’s about adjusting your sails with tenderness when the winds change.

It’s about learning that the pause is not a detour. It’s a part of the journey your soul chose.

Some days will feel effortless.

Others will ache with stillness.

But every wave, every lull, every unexpected turn . . . it’s all part of it.

It’s all sacred.

So let this be your reminder that you’re not drifting. You’re not broken. You are softening into the woman who trusts her own rhythm.

And the current is carrying you somewhere softer, somewhere truer, somewhere beautifully your own.

Healing isn’t linear.

It’s tidal.

And you are right on time.