The Space Between Years

There is a quiet that settles in this week, after the rush, the lists, and the pressure to finish strong.

It is not the start of something new yet, but it is not the end either.

I have been thinking of it as the space between years.

This space can be uncomfortable because it asks for honesty instead of momentum. It asks us to sit with what worked, what did not, and what no longer fits. Not to fix it. Not to package it into lessons. Just to notice.

We are taught to rush through this moment. To fill it with resolutions, plans, and declarations. To decide who we will be next before we fully understand who we are right now.

But in this space of stillness, you can feel what still has weight and what has been carried out of habit. You can sense which parts of your life feel alive, and which ones are quietly asking to be released.

This is where real creative direction forms.

Here, you are allowed to pause. To let things remain unfinished. To trust that what truly matters will follow you forward.