The Two-Year Mirror

Another closed application. Quiet, unnoticed. But instead of feeling rejected, I sense it's a redirection. Perhaps the Universe is reminding me that I am not meant to mold myself into the small-firm model. My heart has always whispered of something larger - a global platform. That's why opportunities with international outreach lit me up. It isn't about pay or prestige, but the scale, the reach, and the sense of alignment of who I am becoming.

I notice a job that I have applied not too long ago is recruiting again across major markets. A part of me still secretly wishes the recruiter would come back and find me. But maybe this is not about the job at all. Maybe it's about timing. Maybe the Universe is holding me back on purpose, asking me to stay out for two more years, to prepare quietly.

Then came the mirror. Last Saturday, Ana shared her plan: to coinhabit with her separated husband in the same house for two more years before fully moving on. Our stories echo each other - both of us holding back, negotiating with time, fearful of severing ties, and stepping into the unknown.

It struck me. This isn't coincidence. It's a reminder that transitions aren't only about the moment of change. They are about courage, preparation, release. Timing and bravery are stitched into every step from what was to what will be.

Two years may not be delay. Two years may be alignment. The sacred space between letting go and stepping into the life waiting on the other side.