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The Tremble and the Threshold
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My wife and I have decided to start a new business together. It's something we're both super excited about, though I can't share details just yet. But as we've been researching and modeling it, and generally preparing ourselves for the endeavor and all the life changes that will surely come from it, something new has arisen in me. It comes up any time there's another step towards "yes, let's go." It's a feeling that doesn't quite have a name. Something like fear, but not exactly. Something like excitement, but sharper. A tremble in the gut that arrives only when life starts rearranging itself into a new shape. Maybe you know that sensation. Like the body whirring louder than the mind, as if it's been tracking a truth you're only now catching up to. This bundle of conflicting emotions would arise in response to ostensibly cheerful moments: a small forward motion achieved, a sizable decision made. Layered beneath the cheer was ... this bundle. It inspired me to return to my Morning Pages, and the practice helped garner a little bit of clarity as I processed it. This apprehension is awe wearing the skin of fear.When that line came through, something in me exhaled. Because it showed me that this tremble, this strange bundle, isn't a warning. It's certainly not a fact. It's a threshold. What we've learned about the body is that it can't always discern between danger and expansion. Both feel like uncertainty. And for those of us that run a little anxious in our daily lives, this duality poses a problem. Anxiety is a disturbed relationship with uncertainty. I don't know where I heard that, but man that rings a bell. When anxious in the face of uncertainty, we feel compelled to overthink, overplan, overwork to "solve" the uncertainty... but those activities mostly only create more anxious feelings (not to mention burnout). Danger and expansion: both ask us to shed the smaller shapes we've outgrown. Both ask us to step into a future that arrives faster than the nervous system can process. When that apprehension, that tremble, burst forth these past few days, I could see the normal script starting to run: we're not ready, or we haven't figured everything out, or we don't know what the macroeconomic factors will be next year, so how can we plan for a new business, and on and on. The urge to logic all that out was real and strong. Let me model all the scenarios, dig into all the variables. But I stopped, and instead of bulldozing that fear with logic (and overthinking), I've been letting it speak. Some potent questions emerged that widen the doorway:
What emerged from those questions was a clear invitation. What this threshold needs is not a plan, but a ritual. So, I leaned on my Integral Coaching materials and sourced some guidance to create: A Ritual for Crossing Thresholds(or: how to let the body catch up to the future) Part 1: Grounding the field Part 2: Threading past to future Part 3: Making space for what’s leaving Part 4: Offering to the new space Part 5: Seal the field That line alone -- we're ready enough -- shifted something in me. Because as I wrote a long time ago: Readiness is rarely a feeling; it's a posture. And sometimes, the trembling is the body registering the magnitude of becoming visible to a larger version of yourself. Thanks for reading. Wishing you grace across all your coming thresholds. Where in your life might fear simply be awe wearing a familiar mask? |
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A newsletter for ambitious minds learning to live with more intention. Each week, you’ll get grounded reflections and practical tools to quiet your inner critic, realign with your values, and build a life that feels sustainable — not squeezed.
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