There comes a quiet moment, often somewhere between the busyness of one life chapter and the mystery of the next, when you realise that the person you have been no longer feels like you. The music that once defined you now plays faintly in the background. The friendships that used to anchor you drift into polite distance. Even your reflection seems to hold a question you cannot quite name.
Nothing dramatic has happened. You have not failed. You are simply pausing, caught between the comfort of the familiar and the pull of something new. It is a strange and tender space that asks for stillness in a world that celebrates constant motion. This is the identity pause, that quiet stretch where growth hums beneath the surface, waiting for you to listen.