Somewhere between hope and surrender

There’s a space I keep finding myself in—

Somewhere between hope and surrender.

Hope says, “Try again.”

Surrender says, “Let go.”

And in between?

That’s where the breathing happens.

That’s where you make tea without rushing.

That’s where you don’t check your phone for anyone.

It’s the still point.

The midpoint.

The quiet half.

And if you’re here reading this, maybe you’ve been standing there, too.

If so—welcome. There’s room here for both of us.