In-Betweens

There are good in-betweens and bad in-betweens.

There’s the peaceful in-between when you’re on the not-too-crowded bus, running ahead of schedule. Just stare out the window in silence.

Then there’s the in-between when you’re waiting for a late bus in the cold.

You got those in-between moments in the morning, between a workout and a shower, when you’ve got a warm drink and breakfast cooking satisfyingly slowly — you just breathe and read or think.

Then you’ve got the day when you’re trying to brute-force your now-nocturnal circadian rhythm into something that resembles the schedule the rest of the world runs on. But you’re still in-between schedules and you can’t focus or think properly so you decide to write a blog post about in-betweens. I think this must be what jet lag feels like.

Being in-between relationships. Only you can’t predict what or when your next one will be so you’re stuck working through memories of your last. Work on yourself. Don’t try too hard. Get out there. When you forget about it that’s always when it happens. Am I being too picky? Man I gotta hit the gym.

In-between jobs. In-between friends. In-between has stopped sounding like a real word.

Insert something about journey before destination, and learning to treat the in-betweens with honor, instead of defining our present by what is past and what’s yet to come. I don’t know. I just gotta make it til 10:30 and pray I can fall asleep at a God-fearing hour.