I'm in the "goo phase"

I just realized:

I’m in the goo phase.

The part where everything softens, dissolves, almost disintegrates. Where I’m reduced to a kind of cellular slurry—a slushy—unrecognizable, even to myself at times. It’s not the first time.

This phase can last a few days, or weeks.
Depends on hormones. Depends on the environment.
Depends on what’s ready to die off.

It’s the phase of surrender. A radical reset. The psychological reset.

Not much feels familiar—but it still feels right.
A bit dark. But it’s what’s needed.

This is the transformation phase. The messy but necessary middle—in the middle of my life.

The sacred pause.

Like the butterfly: from caterpillar, to goo, to having wings…

see you on the other side.