The Unraveling

Letter #4

Dear You,

I know the way this season feels, trust me I do.
Like someone came and shook the snow globe of your life, and now all the pieces are floating midair. Nothing is where it used to be. The things you thought were certain feel loose. You keep trying to grab hold, but they slip through your fingers..Yeah!

I know the ache of questions that have no quick answers.
The frustration of doing everything “right” and still feeling like you’ve been asked to stand still.
The sting of doors you thought would open, only to hear them shut with no explanation.

But here’s the truth I am slowly learning:
Things are not falling apart — they are falling into place in ways you can’t yet see.
What looks like an ending might be a quiet reroute.
What feels like a “no” might simply be “not right now.”

This is the work of becoming..the in-between.
It’s the unseen season when roots are growing deep under frozen ground. It’s the rewiring of a dream so it can hold the weight of what’s coming.
It’s the stripping away of what you’ve outgrown so your hands are open for what’s next.

I know it’s uncomfortable here.(VERY)
Waiting always is.
But please don’t rush through this.

Let yourself learn the pace of grace.
Let yourself believe that the unraveling is not punishment, but preparation.
Let yourself trust that the bloom will come, not in spite of this season, but because of it.

When it does, you will see the beauty in every detour, every delay, every moment you thought you’d lost your way.
And you will realize: you were never lost. You were simply becoming.

With you in the waiting,

Love Bee

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