When It Feels Like It’s All Falling Apart
I was pegging out the laundry. In a deep space of the ‘in between’. I rang my friend and poured out everything that was swirling around in my head, in between the pegs of wet clothes.
It was as if everything I had known, the business I had spent years building, was no longer serving me. It no longer felt aligned.
I was consciously moving aside from it. And the space that was created felt so dark. So cold. So scary. So liberating.
Things are always falling apart and coming together at the same time.
Is it true?
Can things be falling apart – AND – coming together at the same time?
Is it even possible to look at the cauterised ties of the past, as the beginning of a new vein in your life?
In life can things be falling apart and rebuilding at the same time?
At the same time can you both be grieving and transforming?
I sat in a suspended space of both reflection and wonderment. Curiosity and guilt. Peace and trepidation. Hanging shirt, socks and shorts — each peg — a moment to absorb where I was.
What if we would look at the new beginnings or even more importantly the ‘in between’ as a beautiful space to be both in the state of reflection and state of growth.
What if things do both fall apart and come together at the same time?