Somewhere in between
The other day I caught myself reacting to something small… nothing serious, just a normal moment. But before I said anything, there was this pause. Not long. Just enough to notice that I’d done this before. Same tone, same feeling, same direction. Like it was already decided.
I still went through with it.
But the difference was I saw it while it was happening.
That part stayed with me.
It’s been showing up like that more often. Not loud, not trying to prove anything. Just small interruptions in what used to feel automatic. And I’ve been leaving them alone. Not trying to turn it into growth or fix it or call it anything. Just noticing it when it happens and letting it pass.
At some point I realized that space—that small pause—changes the weight of things. Nothing outside shifts. Same people, same conversations. But internally it doesn’t land the same. Like something I used to carry without thinking… I don’t grip it the same way now.
As within, so without.
That’s the only way I can say it without stretching it.
The music started coming out of that. Not from sitting down trying to write something, but from being in those moments and catching what was there. Certain lines don’t feel like they’re thought out… they feel like they were already sitting there waiting to be noticed.
“the weight get light when you face you”
That came the same way.
I’ve just been leaving it as it comes and seeing what stays.