I’ve some news to share with you. It’s even good news. But I’ve been finding myself reluctant to do so. Once it is revealed, the in-between space is gone.
We’ve all had in between spaces. Summers when you were young were the in between spaces of learning – where you could languish in play time and know learning time was ahead. It is that time between conceiving your child, and becoming parents when (if you are lucky) you get to anticipate the joy but experience none of the hardship. It is the time between an engagement and the wedding. Even on the flip side…After a divorce as you learn to find your own voice again. That time where you got a job offer but hadn’t started yet. Maybe even during the search for a new role. Perhaps it is as simple as when you are clear of a new direction.
In between times are full. Of hope, certainly. Especially, of possibility.
Once you start on what’s next, that in-between space is forever gone. When you are doing the work, learning the school, growing the skills… you are in the flow of that activity. And, then you can see how much you have to learn. You know how hard it is to care for a child. You experience the tradeoffs and reality of building an enduring committed relationship. You realize that whatever problem you’ve “left” lives on in you… as you take it to the next situation. When you sit in the middle of a project, you will see how far extremely away that “possibility” you once imagined actually is. Sometimes a yard away – within arms reach –, but often times a furlong of space between what you imagined and what is possible or actually happening.
Moving from the in-between space to the place of action is to move from fantasy to reality. It’s the difference of looking at a beautiful far-away vista. And then climbing up to it.
So, I do want to get on with it. To share with you the big news, but also to start the work.
But I also want to press the pause button of time to savor this. T.H.I.S. There are so few in-between spaces anymore in this Social Era. It seems like we are always-on, always moving, always active. A good friend shared what he described as his hustle, and then his “side-hustle” in case that first thing didn’t work out. He’s not the only one. Many people are swinging from vine to vine (or hoping to) and so activity is more the norm. It’s hard to find these crevices of creative solace to tuck into. The day when I share the news with you, it’ll become more of a demand (at least, in my own mind but also the social obligation) – something that “must” be done every day and with a certain deadline and commitment to an end. Until then, there’s just the imaginings of how great it will be.