I’ve been saying this quietly to myself all week: “Something’s changing. But it’s not loud. It’s cellular.”

There’s a kind of churn happening right now that’s not the kind that sends you running for your journal or flipping your life upside down overnight. This one’s slower. More internal. But still undeniable.

It’s like the tectonic plates underneath your daily life have started inching forward, and everything above still looks the same, but somehow… isn’t.

You might be feeling it as restlessness. Or the sense that you’re almost ready to make a change but can’t yet name what. Maybe your old ways of coping feel brittle. Or you’re seeing something with clearer eyes now, but still trying to catch up emotionally.

What I know is this:
When this much is shifting under the surface, it’s not just you. Life is stirred up right now. And not in a chaos-for-chaos-sake kind of way.
More like a reshuffling of what’s essential.

(If it feels like your life is being reorganized behind the scenes… you’re not imagining that.)

Big cycles are turning over. Not just in your life, but on the collective level too. Some of the longer forces (call them seasons of the soul) are moving into new territory. And although you might not have the language for it yet, your body knows. So do your sleep patterns and mood shifts and strange little epiphanies at red lights. They all know.

This week, I sat in my car for an extra ten minutes after a grocery run. Not crying. Not spiralling. Just… listening. Because something in me wanted to be heard. And I didn’t want to miss it by rushing back into motion.

There’s a lot in stillness. Even if no full insight arrives. And that’s the tricky part, isn’t it?

When the soul stirs, the mind wants to make meaning now. But this isn’t a time for instant clarity. It’s more a time for watching the signs inside you shift shape.

If you feel like you’re not quite who you used to be, but not yet who you’re becoming, yup, that tracks. I’ve been telling people they’re in the doorway. And the doorway always takes time.

You might find yourself grieving old ways of being. Not with drama but with honesty. The version of you that tolerated more than they should have. The role you played so well you forgot it was a role. The dream that belonged to a past self who no longer lives here.

All of that deserves a goodbye. Even if it’s quiet or if no one else sees it but you.

In the days ahead, we’re all gonna have to let things feel unresolved, let our lives be imperfect, and let the next step be small but honest.

I’ve been saying this is the season of rearrangement. It is. Subtle dismantling. Preparing to become without rushing the reveal.

You don’t need to push but you do need to notice. Because the shape of something new is already forming, and when it’s ready, you’ll feel the click of recognition. And you’ll know.

It won’t be because you figured it out though, but because it found you in the moment you decided to listen instead of perform.

With love and quiet knowing,
Jonni

PS: If you’re feeling extra human today (raw, distracted, not-quite-ready for anything) there’s probably nothing wrong with you. You’re probably just mid-metamorphosis. Be gentle. Drink water. Talk to a tree.