For the longest time, I believed I was living in “the in-betweens.”
You know that space...the awkward gap between who you are now and who you hope to become. I used to imagine myself sitting in a cosmic waiting room, clutching a ticket, waiting for my name to be called into the Real Story.
But lately, something shifted. Maybe it’s wisdom, maybe it’s exhaustion, or maybe it’s the bedtime storytelling adventures of my five-year-old. Whatever it is, there’s a new truth echoing in my heart (and making it race a little):
The in-betweens are the main event.
The Tangent King and the Mismatched Shoes
Every night, my son creates his own wild universe. He’ll start with a brave dinosaur, then veer into a jungle, detour to the moon, introduce a magic cupcake, and somehow end up fighting bedtime, if he doesn’t doze off first.
Half the time, I’m listening. The other half, I’m trying to anchor him back to the original plot.
But here’s my confession: I have to know what happens to the dinosaur with the mismatched shoes.
Honestly? That’s life.
We start with one plan, wander through a thousand side quests, get lost, find magic, and end up somewhere completely unexpected. And the shoes? They rarely EVER match.
The Trap of “Someday” Thinking
For years, I chased the idea of “one day.”
One day, when my degree is finished.
One day, when my business takes off.
One day, when I get stable.
One day, when my kids are older, my house is neater, and my heart is lighter.
Here’s the twist: the “one day” I’ve been waiting for is already here.
The show isn’t out there in a perfectly curated future, it’s happening right now. In real time.
Right here, in the mess and the mayhem, the snack crumbs and the small victories, the love and the laughter, the tired, grateful heart at the end of the day.
What We Miss by Waiting
When I look back at photos from my own “in-betweens”, the days I once thought were forgettable, I see magic I missed at the time. The messy counters, the noisy rooms, the blurry, imperfect snapshots...those are the memories that stick. We spend so much energy chasing the next version of ourselves that we forget the main character we already are.
You’re the Star (and the Director, Producer… and Snack Lady)
Let’s be real. You are the main character. Whether you believe it or not.
But you’re also directing the show, rewriting the script, casting your kids and your partner, and—let’s face it, serving snacks like it’s craft services.
Some days, you’re the hero.
Some days, you’re comic relief.
And some days, you’re the tired extra in the background, just hoping nobody notices the coffee stain on your shirt.
But every single role matters.
And every moment counts.
How to Start Living Like the Main Event
Want to feel the magic? Start here:
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Catch yourself in the act: When life gets chaotic, pause. This is it. This is your life.
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Document the imperfection: Take the blurry photo. Write down the funny, weird story.
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Ask, “What if this is it?” Because plot twist- it is.
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Give yourself credit: You’re not “almost.” You’re already someone’s favorite story.
A Pep Talk for the Road
You are not lost.
You are not waiting.
You are not almost-there, maybe-one-day, or second-best.
You are living the main event right now in real time.
Mismatched shoes, wild plotlines, tangents, love, and all.
So tonight, when you finally get five quiet minutes, raise your mug (hot chocolate, if you’re like me) and toast to the moment you stopped waiting and started living.
Because this is it, mama.
This is the show.
Have you ever realized you were already living your main event? Share your story in the comments or DM me let’s remind each other: we’re not waiting in the wings. We’re center stage, right where we belong.
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