Have you ever been in-between?
Not like between bases in baseball where the idea is to move from 1st to 2nd to 3rd to home and “between bases” is just a place on the way to one of those.
Not like between grades, again waiting to move to the next grade – this is what you are suppose to do, and will do whether you like it or not.
Not like between a bus and the center divider on a busy freeway in L.A. – that’s just not a good place to be, ever.
Not like between jobs, or relationships, or nannies. That’s like looking for something to fill the gap…
I’m not sure what I mean… in-between… just, in-between.
More like in the center of a circle of chairs – any chair will do, and there are many chairs to be chosen, but which will you choose? Or do you choose at all? And what is outside of this circle of chairs? Can you go there? Is that somewhere? Is this, center, this in-between; is this somewhere?
Because it feels like nowhere.
Right, in the center… of life. Not a horrible place to be.