Hello, Reader

It might be spring on the calendar, and some days are getting warmer…
but where I live, we could get a third winter any time before June.

So, we’re in that strange in-between—
not quite winter, not quite spring.

And if I’m being honest…
I’ve been living in an in-between space for over a year now.
And I’m tired.

My husband passed away in early 2025, and I gave myself the time and space to move through all the firsts without him. I was patient with it. I allowed it.

But now, over a year later…
I’m still here.
Still waiting for some kind of relief.

This winter has been especially hard. My house has been breaking down, and I’ve been stuck in this place of just trying to get through each day.

And now?
I’m still waiting.

I want things resolved. I want things to move. I want to feel forward again.

But… that’s not always how life works.

Sometimes, all we can do is sit in the in-between.
Be present.
And learn what’s here to be seen.

And yes… it’s uncomfortable.

So uncomfortable that we try to avoid it—
numbing out, distracting ourselves, filling the space so we don’t have to feel it.

But there comes a point where you can’t avoid it anymore.

Maybe it happens as we get older… maybe it’s just life asking more of us.

The house gets quieter.
Your children grow up and move into their own lives.
And suddenly… it’s just you.

And you’re left wondering—
What now?

Who am I without everyone else to take care of?
What do I even like?
What do I want?

You realize… you’ve spent so much time showing up for everyone else
that you’ve lost touch with yourself.

So now you’re sitting in the silence with a choice—
fill it with noise…
or start asking deeper questions.

One day, I asked myself something simple:

What did I love when I was younger—before life got so complicated?

For me, it was reading, hot chocolate, rock and roll music…
(and yes, boys too 😄)

But there was something real in that.
Something honest.

And I realized…
those pieces didn’t disappear.
I just stopped making space for them.

So now, I’m slowly coming back to that.

Not by forcing my life to change overnight…
but by paying attention to what feels like me again.

Because maybe this in-between space…
isn’t just about waiting.

Maybe it’s about realigning.

Coming back to yourself.
To what feels true.
To what actually matters now.

And that’s really what I’ve been learning—

Inner alignment isn’t something you “arrive” at…
it’s something you begin to listen for.

So if you find yourself in an in-between space too…

Instead of rushing to get out of it,
maybe ask yourself:

What still feels like me?
What quietly lights me up?
What am I being invited to return to?

That’s where it begins.

I’ve actually been developing something called Inner Alignment—
a space for navigating these exact in-between moments and reconnecting with yourself in a real, grounded way.

I’m not opening it fully just yet, but I will be looking for a few people to test it out soon.

If that sparks your curiosity… stay tuned.

~ Michele O'Donnell