The Changeover Page

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.

Stop trying to glue the shell back together. Stop asking, "How do I get back to how I used to feel?" You can't. You shouldn't. The old feeling was a prison cell that you had simply decorated nicely. The Changeover

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 job that once paid the bills now suffocates your spirit