Held Between: A New Year’s Beginning.

There’s something tender about the first days of a new year. Not because everything magically resets, life rarely obeys the calendar, but because we pause long enough to notice where we’ve been standing. The threshold itself becomes a kind of sanctuary.

This year, I’m not chasing reinvention. I’m choosing presence. I’m choosing to honor the quiet work that has already been happening beneath the surface, the healing that didn’t announce itself, the growth that didn’t ask for applause, the resilience that formed in the dark.

I’m stepping into this year with a different kind of intention:
to be held, even in the in‑between.
To let the unfinished parts of my story breathe.
To trust the slow, steady rhythms that carry me forward.
To make room for gentleness in places I once demanded perfection.

Maybe you’re arriving here with excitement. Maybe with exhaustion. Maybe with a mix of both. Wherever you are, you’re not behind. You’re not late. You’re simply here, and that is enough to begin.

This year, I want Held Between to continue being a space for honesty, connection, and the kind of hope that doesn’t require pretending. A space where we can name the hard things without losing sight of the beauty threaded through them. A space where we practice being human together.

So here’s to the year ahead, not because it will be perfect, but because we will meet it with open hands, soft courage, and the quiet confidence that we are held in every season, every shift, every in‑between.

Here’s to beginning again.