A love letter to entering a new chapter

caught between the weight and wonder of what’s to come.

Crossing into a new chapter sounds exciting in theory, but in practice, it often unravels into a tapestry of excitement tinged with heaviness, joy laced with doubt. It’s that bittersweet reality where, instead of stepping boldly forward, we find ourselves dragging along the ghosts of our pasts, questioning whether the life ahead will hold what we truly need.

Change rarely arrives with confetti and fanfare.

More often than not, it feels heavy, painful, or strikingly unremarkable, even when we find ourselves in breathtaking places. We anticipate new chapters to magically transform us. Instead, it stirs up everything we thought we left behind.

The world urges us to be excited and to leap forward with unshakeable confidence, but there’s a quieter, subtler side to change. A grating whisper that calls us to sit with the unresolved. It challenges us to create space for the parts of ourselves that experience grief, sadness, and skepticism about the future.