Individuation can be seen as a “movement through liminal space and time, from disorientation to integration….What takes place in the dark phase of liminality is a process of breaking down…in the interest of “making whole” one’s meaning, purpose and sense of relatedness once more'”
I was reading a friend’s blog and she described her current state as liminal. She is a few months into having moved to a new city and is now living on her own and describes recognizing the need to not be quite an island but also to appreciate and carve out the time for herself and to be present.
This feels immensely relatable and after finding that word and researching its meaning I feel like this is a period I have found myself in for the last five years, at least. Working to create my own patterns, letting life happen to me, creating opportunities and failing to tie myself into one path. I describe it to friends and clients as feeling “new, still” to Minnesota. This doesn’t feel like home. I have no sentiment tied to these cities. I almost think I need to leave it in order to miss it. Nothing’s sticking. This period feels very driftless and like I’m not yet switched into my new gear, my correct gear. I’ve let others influence my flow and I’ve always been very sensitive and unsure of my own beliefs or if I’m “doing it right.” Yet, my life has become great. Honestly. I have no want for anything material. I don’t need any significant other for affirmation anymore. I have a great home that younger me would think was pretty kick ass. But, again I’m not sinking roots into this ground. It doesn’t feel right, or maybe I just need to convince myself that it does.