Stepping Out Of The In-between

Doctors and surgeons at Costa Rica’s largest hospital after a leadership training I delivered entirely through an interpreter. A reminder that impact isn’t limited by language—it’s carried by intention.

December 10, 2025

I can feel myself stepping out of the liminal space—

that strange, suspended in-between

where life holds its breath

and you learn to live inside the wide, unsettling unknown.

For months, everything inside me rearranged itself.

Grief and betrayal braided with responsibility,

anchoring me in a quiet waiting place—

listening, recalibrating, rebuilding my inner architecture.

I wasn’t stuck.

I was being rewired.

And now something unmistakable is shifting.

My brain sharpens; intuition expands into the silence.

Energy rises—

not from urgency, but from alignment.

I’m no longer reacting to life;

I’m meeting it with a steadier center.

What I want professionally is taking shape

not in a rush, not in fear,

but through the sum of everything I’ve lived, led, and learned.

I’m remembering the part of me

that knows how to ignite people,

how to grow leaders at every level,

how to walk into an organization

and help it breathe differently.

This isn’t new.

It isn’t reinvention.

It’s return—a maturation of everything I’ve already lived and led:

from grocery aisles to boardrooms,

from classrooms to assembly chambers.

All of it becoming the foundation

for what comes next.

For the first time in a long time,

I’m building forward from calm.

From planning, not panic.

From purpose, not fear.

From experience, not guessing.

From steadiness, not chaos.

The liminal space taught me to wait with wisdom

and trust that clarity arrives

only when the nervous system is ready to hold it.

And then comes the quiet recognition—the click.

The forward momentum

of a woman no longer wandering,

but choosing with clarity and confidence.