Why I’m Writing Between Selves

Writing from the space between who we were and who we’re becoming.

I’m writing Between Selves because the perspective that once guided my life no longer fully fits.

I’m still leading a company, making decisions, carrying responsibility, and moving through days that require clarity and momentum. From the outside, much of my life still looks functional—very successful actually! But internally, the framework that once made everything feel coherent has shifted.

Not because it was wrong, but because life shifted in ways I didn’t anticipate, forcing me to pause and reassess rather than push forward on instinct.

This is not a space for polished conclusions or neatly wrapped lessons. It’s a space for the in-between—the moments most of us live in, but rarely name. The stretch between who we were and who we’re becoming. Between certainty and doubt. Between ambition and embodiment. Between the identities that once fit and the ones we’re learning to outgrow.

Some readers will recognize themselves immediately in that in-between; others may simply be curious, reflective, or drawn to these questions without yet naming them as change.

For a long time, my life was organized around achievement. Success provided structure. Momentum gave me meaning. And when things were moving forward—professionally, visibly—it was easy to know who I was.

Then several things happened at once.

My body changed in ways I didn’t recognize or understand.
My business entered a season that forced me to move differently.
Questions I had postponed—about fertility, motherhood, purpose, and choice—became harder to ignore.
My sense of privacy and safety was disrupted.
And the familiar anchors I had relied on quietly loosened.

None of this came with a clear map.

What it gave me instead was an invitation: to stop rushing toward the next version of myself and stay with the questions longer than felt comfortable.

Between Selves is where I explore those questions in real time.

I write about identity when it’s no longer reinforced by external validation. About womanhood, aging, fertility, and the ways our bodies speak before we’re taught how to listen. About ambition, self-worth, grief, power, anger—and what happens when purpose goes quiet. About patterns we inherit, roles we perform, and the courage it takes to dismantle them.

This is also a space where I’m honest about what I don’t yet know.

I don’t write from resolution. I write from the middle—from the questioning, the recalibrating, the moments where certainty dissolves and something more honest begins to take shape.

If you’re in a season of transition—personal, professional, physical, existential—this space is for you. If you’ve outgrown an identity but haven’t yet named the next one. If you’re learning to sit in uncertainty without abandoning yourself. And if you’re not sure you’re in one, but find yourself lingering on these questions anyway, you’re welcome here too.

This isn’t a guide.
It isn’t a manifesto.

It’s a companion—for the in-between.

Welcome to Between Selves.

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