The — Changeover

We try to stop the collapse. We white-knuckle our way through therapy. We take up running. We drink more wine. We scroll through old photos to remind ourselves of the "good times." We do everything to preserve the architecture of the old self.

But here is the problem with a well-built house: eventually, it becomes a prison. The Changeover

Let yourself change.

Because on the other side of this—and there is an other side—you will finally understand what the mystics have been saying for millennia: That every ending is a disguised beginning. That every loss is a secret apprenticeship. That every changeover is a resurrection. We try to stop the collapse

There is a specific, razor-thin moment in time that exists between the death of one version of yourself and the birth of another. It doesn't announce itself with fanfare. There are no gold watches, no retirement parties, no confetti. In fact, most of us sleep right through it. We drink more wine