You Keep Going. So Will I. Deal?

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This is the in-between.
The bridge.
The space where the old life still feels familiar
but the new life - one I’ve dreamed of, plastered on my vision board,  journaled about, done the inner work for - isn’t fully integrated yet.
This part?
It’s the shaky wood-and-rope bridge hanging over a canyon.
It creaks. It sways. Some planks are missing.
But I can see the other side.
And I’ve already come too far to turn back.
No one’s coming to save me.
No one’s going to walk it for me.
So after the breakdown, I pick up the pieces.
I take the next step.
Starting where I am.
Using what I have.
Trusting the path will rise to meet my feet.
Here’s to all of us bridge-crossers.
Taking one shaky, brave step at a time…
knowing we’ll make it.
You keep going. So will I. 🫶🏻

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