This Is What Coming Back Into Orbit Breathes Like

Catching your breath in the middle of becoming.

Hey love,

I don’t know about you, but lately everything in my life has been whispering,

“You’re right on time for your divinely designed timeline.”

Last week felt like that.

Like a return.

Not in one big wave, but in smaller ripples.

Tiny shifts that happened in the blink of an eye.

And I wanted to share it with you, not because it’s perfect, but because maybe you’re somewhere in this too.

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The Win

On Friday, I went live for my very first WhatNot auction, at the day-job, side gig.

I hadn’t live streamed in a long time.

I’d been waiting for my energy to catch up with my heart, and for my nervous system to feel safe enough to show up again.

And when I finally did?

It was ease-filled, fun and I started feeling like myself again.

No overthinking, or second-guessing.

Just service, joy, and that soft “oh right, I still love this” kind of magic.

It reminded me that we don’t have to push to come back.

We just have to open.

I let myself ride that high and I let it mean something.

And for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel like a fluke.

It felt like momentum.

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A Space For Breath

And then life did that thing it likes to do.

Before I’d even left for work that same day, I got an email:

I’d been accepted to move forward with an AI data annotation fellowship I’ve quietly been dreaming about for over a year.

This kind of work is new for me.

It is technical, detailed and exciting.

But I’ve been holding back.

Hooray for grief, burnout, caregiving and overwhelm.

I kept waiting for my mind to catch up with the vision.

The perfect income stream to add to my repertoire.

So when the “yes” came in?

I was so ready.

But by the time I got home Friday night, I was wiped out.

I’d been sick all week, and I just didn’t have the headspace to onboard.

Saturday morning?

Still foggy.

Saturday afternoon?

Everything suddenly shifted.

There were suddenly new deadlines, client pressure and an urgency that hadn’t been conveyed before.

So, I onboarded anyway.

I took the assessment, totally depleted, completely out of it.

And I didn’t pass.

No surprise there.

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And Here’s What I Know Now

I haven’t been cut.

I’ll be invited to retake the assessment when they need more people.

In the meantime I can keep an eye out for new projects, too.

Now, I could’ve spiraled, but I didn’t.

I just got a little bummed — deflated from pushing through with very little energy.

But, this is what re-entry actually looks like:

One part remembering.
One part fumbling.
One part trusting that it’s still all unfolding in your favor.

It’s not failure, it’s feedback.

It’s “not yet” — not “not ever.”

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What About You?

Where are you breathing back into orbit?

Maybe it’s your business.

Your art.

Your voice.

Your joy.

Maybe you’re finding your way back to something you didn’t realize you missed, until you felt yourself light up doing it again.

And maybe you’re holding both:

• the thrill of remembering

• and the ache of not quite landing it (yet)

If that’s you, I so get it.

You’re still in the room, still part of the story.

Between the “yes” and the next “yes”.

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This is What Coming Back Into Orbit Breathes Like

A win.

A wobble.

A reminder that you still get to belong, even in the becoming.

So, let it be messy.

Let it be meaningful.

Let it “bum you out” a little, you’re allowed to postpone until you catch up.

But most of all, let it be yours.

With love + infinite ease,

P.S. The moment you start moving, even gently, the Universe responds. Even the quiet steps count. Especially the ones no one sees.

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