When I think about the next six months, I don’t see one defining obstacle. I see a few changes happening at the same time. None of them are dramatic on their own, but when you put them all together, they change how I live my life. The hard part is staying composed when things that used to feel stable start to change.
One of the most significant changes is my relationship with faith. I began deconstructing my faith last year, before leaving the church in early January. For almost twenty years, I have been a member of the same church community. It changed the way I thought, spoke, and saw myself. Leaving happened gradually, without any clear signs or relief. It is a never-ending process of untangling habits, dogmatic beliefs, and expectations that used to seem unquestionable.
I will still be carrying parts of that structure with me in the next few months, even as I try to let go of it. Some days I feel certain about my distance. Some days I feel lost and don’t know what will take the place of what I’ve left behind. The work now is to simply exist without quickly replacing it with another religious system or set of answers. It takes time and requires the ability to deal with unknowns longer than I’m used to.
At the same time, my writing life is expanding. My writing has gone beyond private experimentation. There are ongoing projects now: several zines that need finishing. An Iban heritage poetry collection that I want to publish in May. This blog has become a place I return to regularly, not only when I feel inspired but also because I feel responsible for showing up. It’s something that I expect to do consistently from now on, regardless of the size of the audience or subscribers.
This growth comes with steady demands. It needs discipline without urgency. I have to figure out how much of myself I can give without making the work feel like another source of stress. The work now is to keep a steady pace, even when I want to push myself harder.
There is also a quieter loss that goes along with these changes. I am grieving because someone who was always there for me is no longer there. I didn’t lose them to death. I lost their daily presence, attention, and familiarity. The loss may be subtle but it is persistent. It shows up in little things, like habits that don’t work anymore and thoughts that don’t get a response.
This grief arrives quietly. It doesn’t change life in obvious ways. It fades into the background and changes how things feel on normal days. I’m still doing my job and living my life like any other day. However, a steady awareness of what’s missing, and carrying it without letting it take over everything else, takes a lot of mental power and energy.
These three movements will have a big impact on me in the next six months. A spiritual framework that is transforming. A creative life that needs some order. And a personal loss that lingers and doesn’t resolve neatly. These are the conditions I will be living inside.
I am learning to take all of this in without jumping to conclusions. I’m trying not to make things clear when they aren’t. I won’t give up one part of myself to make another part of me stronger. I’m learning that even when things are uncertain, there can still be stability. Sometimes, stability comes from being present when things aren’t resolved.
I think the next six months will need my attention instead of closure. It will need my restraint and my willingness to keep going even when my internal landscape feels unfamiliar. That’s where I need to keep my focus.
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