From the ocean to the shore

From the ocean to the shore

Some seasons don’t knock. They arrive like waves—quiet, steady. No grand entrance. No warning. Just suddenly, you’re standing in a new tide.

A shift. Not loud. Not sharp.

But deep.

The kind of change where the world feels familiar — but somehow off.

Clothes don’t fit quite right. Conversations drift.

And the future feels like mist rising off the water.

You’re still you, but not the same. Not who you were. Not yet who you’re becoming.

That in-between space? It’s quiet. Unnamed. Sacred.

Maybe something ended. A job. A relationship. A way of being.

Or maybe it didn’t end—you just knew."This isn’t it anymore."

Transitions rarely ask permission.

They just move—like the ocean. Disorienting. Honest.True.

Yes, change can feel like loss.

But it can also feel like an invitation: to let go of what no longer carries you; to listen for what does.

So if you're here, somewhere between goodbye and becoming, let the tide take you.

You’re not lost. You’re just in motion.

Hold this moment gently.

Something real is forming beneath the surface.

You’re not starting over.

You’re starting true.

@piri2025