Lena didn’t need another course. She already had four untouched logins and three half-finished workbooks sitting in a folder labeled “someday.” She needed something else—something far more honest.
Beneath the Surface
Because underneath the surface of her life—the one with the carefully managed calendar and the color-coded plans—there was something she couldn’t explain. It lived in her body. A dissonance she noticed in the spaces between things. When the meeting ended. When the dishes were done. When her reflection caught her off guard in the mirror.
It wasn’t burnout. And it wasn’t depression. It was something else. A subtle but growing awareness that what used to work no longer did. That what once felt meaningful now felt hollow.
Her work hadn’t changed, but something inside her had. The strategies she had trusted no longer brought the same results. The pace she used to keep now felt disorienting. She could still go through the motions, but she felt disconnected from them. She began to realize that something had quietly ended, even if she couldn’t yet name what was beginning.
People still turned to her for guidance. On the outside, she was as composed as ever. But inside, something was shifting. Not in crisis, but in transition.
She didn’t need more ideas. She needed resonance. She needed the feeling of her life fitting again. She was no longer available for pretending things were fine when they weren’t.
The Beginning of Inner Listening
Lena didn’t want to bypass what was rising in her. She didn’t want to force a reframe or squeeze herself into a version of awakening that looked good but felt disconnected. She didn’t want to build something new from the same patterns she was trying to release.
What she wanted was a way to move forward that was rooted in truth. She didn’t want another performance. She wanted her next chapter to feel congruent.
And so, she slowed down. Not because someone told her to. But because she couldn’t not.
That was the beginning. Not of a reinvention, but of a return.
Not to who she used to be, but to something more elemental. A different kind of rhythm. One that didn’t rely on certainty, but on presence.
She began to notice things she had been too busy to hear. Her longings, her resistance, her body’s wisdom.
She started asking new questions.
Not “what should I do,” but “what feels real to me now?”
Not “how do I fix this,” but “what am I being shown through this?”
The answers didn’t arrive all at once, but something shifted. The pressure eased. Her decisions became less about pleasing others and more about alignment. She allowed herself to leave some space unfilled.
When Less Doing Becomes More Knowing
On the surface, very little changed. But she had stopped saying yes to what no longer felt true. She allowed herself to sit with uncertainty instead of rushing to solve it. Her choices began to feel like inner agreements rather than external obligations. And while there were no grand announcements, a new orientation had begun to take root.
There’s a name I sometimes use for this kind of season. I call it The Listening Season. It’s a time when life softens just enough for us to hear what’s been waiting to be heard. Not through urgency or explanation, but through quiet recognition.
We may not yet have language for what’s forming, but we know we can’t keep living the way we have. Something inside has shifted.
If any part of this speaks to you, it may be because you’re in your own version of that season.
Not a breakdown. Not a breakthrough, at least not yet. Just a slow, steady unraveling of what no longer fits.
Where Divinity Begins to Speak
There’s a frequency that begins to rise when we stop performing. A current that isn’t rushed, but deeply intelligent. Some people call it intuition. Some call it clarity.
I’m beginning to call it Divinity.
Not as a concept, but as a living current. One that doesn’t require belief. Only willingness.
When we begin to listen to that current, we notice how much we’ve been overriding our own wisdom. And we begin to let something quieter—but more enduring—take the lead.
I’ll be sharing more about this in the coming weeks. Not a method or a message, but something that’s been slowly forming through my own lived experience. It’s for women who are entering this in-between space. Not because they’ve failed to act, but because they’ve finally started to listen.
There is more available to you. Not in the future, but already within reach.
And there is more I will be offering soon to walk with you through this.
But for now—
Let it be enough to notice what’s shifting, what needs to change.
Let that noticing become a kind of beginning.
If this speaks to you, I’d love to know which part landed most. What do you want to start? Reply here, or share this with someone else who might be standing at a similar threshold.
I love that: The Listening Season.