The In-Between: Letting Go, Listening In, and Coming Home to Myself
There’s a weird little space I’ve found myself in lately—the kind where you’re not quite sure which way is forward. Clarity feels slippery. One day, you feel sure. The next? Not so much.
This little audio chat was recorded in that space. It’s not polished or planned, but it’s real.
A few months ago, I thought I was done with my coaching business. I was burnt out, uninspired, and just tired—not just from the work, but from holding space for others while quietly losing touch with myself.
So, I walked away.
I returned to something familiar: teaching. Not forever, not as a new identity, but as a place to land. And to my surprise, it gave me space, structure, and most importantly—connection. With others. With myself.
It helped me remember what I actually love:
✨ One-on-one guidance
✨ Deep conversations
✨ Being present, not just productive
And it also made me realize what I don’t want anymore:
🚫 The constant content machine
🚫 Living life for Instagram highlights
🚫 Hustling toward someone else’s version of success
Sometimes, we shame ourselves for needing something quieter, slower, smaller. But I’ve learned that the “small” things—like baking, journaling, reading, walking, being home—are where I feel most like me.
I’m not here to tell you I’ve figured it all out. But I am here to tell you this: it’s okay to pivot. To pause. To change your mind. To try something and realize it’s not quite right—and then try again.
We’re allowed to shift. To experiment. To take one small step and let that be enough.
So if you’re in the messy middle, know this:
You're not lost.
You're becoming.
And that matters.
With love,
Charlotte x
