The In-Between

Dear fellow travelers,

Over the past few days, I've come across various accounts, concepts, and ideas. People who talk about desire. About femininity. About abundance. About success. About magnetism.

And as I listened, I asked myself: Why does this sometimes bother me?

Not because I have anything against it. On the contrary. These are spaces where I’ve spent time myself—and from which I’ve taken away a great deal to help me on my journey.

I love vitality. I love beauty. I love sensuality. I love people who are passionate about something.

And yet there was still a slight tugging sensation.

Until I realized: Maybe it's not the topic that bothers me. Maybe it's the narrow focus.

When everything suddenly boils down to the same story. When creativity is ultimately supposed to generate money. When spirituality is ultimately supposed to generate success. When femininity is ultimately supposed to generate magnetism. When even desire becomes a means to something else.

As if everything had to serve a purpose…

Yet some of the most beautiful things in my life are beautiful precisely because they served no purpose. A conversation. A laugh. A mountain. A hug. A summer day. A sentence in a book. A person who briefly touched my life and then moved on.

None of that had to produce anything.

Perhaps as the years go by, we become more sensitive to stories that are too simplistic. To worldviews that explain everything. To concepts that have the same answer to every question.

I used to think that clarity meant finding the right answer.

Today I believe that maturity often means being able to hold more questions at the same time. More contradictions. More humanity. More ignorance. More identities.

Maybe that's why uniforms put me off more and more. Not just the ones made of fabric. The invisible ones, too.

The uniforms of the scenes. Of language. Of identity. The idea that you have to choose a side. A role. A story.

But I actually love the in-between.

The mountains and the city. Rain jackets and rainbows. Deep conversations and silly humor. Meditation and festivals. Silence and expression. Structure and freedom.

Sometimes I feel like we spend a large part of our lives trying to break out of the boxes we've put ourselves in.

And maybe that's exactly what freedom is. Not the freedom to have everything, but the freedom not to have to be everything.

Not the spiritual woman. Not the successful entrepreneur. Not the seeker. Not the wise woman. Not the creative woman. Not the sensible woman.

Just a person. On a journey. Curious. Unfinished. Alive.

And the older I get, the more I believe that life is not a concept. Not a dogma. Not a method.

It's more of a road movie. With detours. With surprising encounters. With moments that don't make sense—and that's exactly why they're unforgettable.

All my love from the road,
Jeannette