You will be yours . And that is infinitely better. If you are reading this right now, sitting in your own metaphorical grocery store parking lot, feeling the walls of your old life crumbling around your ears, let me tell you what no one else will:
In the void, you will feel like you are failing. You are not failing. You are fallow . A field cannot grow a new crop until it has been left empty for a season to let the soil regenerate. You are not broken. You are being prepared. You cannot build a new cathedral with the blueprint of an old toolshed. The Changeover
Let the changeover break your heart wide open, because that is the only way to let the light in. Have you experienced a major changeover in your life? Share your story in the comments below. You never know who might be standing in their own rubble, needing to hear that the collapse is not the end—it’s the beginning. You will be yours
The job that once paid the bills now suffocates your spirit. The relationship that once felt like a lifeboat now feels like an anchor. The city that once buzzed with possibility now feels like a static map you’ve memorized too well. You wake up one Tuesday, not because anything catastrophic happened, but because nothing has happened in years. You are not failing
Because on the other side of this—and there is an other side—you will finally understand what the mystics have been saying for millennia: That every ending is a disguised beginning. That every loss is a secret apprenticeship. That every changeover is a resurrection.
Let it sink.