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The Messy Middle, that stretch of change where the old is gone and the new hasn't arrived yet, has a particular cruelty to it. It doesn't just make the path unclear. It hands you a magnifying glass and points it directly at everything that hasn't happened yet. Every gap. Every delay. Every version of the dream that exists only in the future tense.

And the longer you look, the tighter you hold.

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From My Chair to Yours

A couple of years ago, I built a business plan. I had a vision, clear, shaped, specific. I knew what it was supposed to look like, how it was supposed to land, the scale it was supposed to reach. And I carried that picture with me into the work.

What I didn't account for was that the work had its own ideas.

I'm wired for impact at scale. It's in my nature to think big, aim wide, measure by (normally massive) reach. So when the reality that started unfolding looked quieter than the plan, more intimate, one person at a time instead of all at once, I didn't celebrate it. I measured it. I judged it. Held the original picture up against what was actually happening and kept finding it short.

That's the white knuckle I didn't see coming. Not fear of failure. Just the grip of a measuring stick I forgot I was still holding.

I'm in that stretch right now. Learning to set the map down without abandoning the destination. Learning that one person at a time might be exactly the shape this was always meant to take. And slowly, not all at once, asking myself a different kind of question.

What if it's allowed to look like this?

The Lens

The Messy Middle isn't a single stage you pass through and leave behind. It's more like a season. It describes the whole stretch of time when you're cycling through the harder terrain of the Depletion to Fulfillment framework, moving in and out of Deflation, brushing up against Defeated, finding your way into Reflection, and then sliding back again. Sometimes all in the same week. Sometimes all in the same day.

You're not lost. You're just in it.

What makes it particularly hard is that the Messy Middle doesn't just create uncertainty. It creates focus. Specifically, it focuses your attention on the gap between what is and what you envisioned. And that gap, stared at long enough, produces grip. A tightening around the original vision, the original timeline, the original shape of the dream.

This is where certainty becomes a trap. Because certainty in the Messy Middle isn't wisdom. It's rigidity. And rigidity under pressure doesn't protect the thing you're holding. It breaks it.

Think about trees in a storm. Or skyscrapers engineered to sway. The structures that survive aren't the ones that refuse to move. They're the ones built with enough flex to bend without snapping. Ideas and dreams are no different.

When the grip hardens and the gap feels unbearable, there's a real risk of slipping toward Defeated. And once you're there, the imagination doesn't just quiet down. It closes.

This is where two small words can do surprising work.

What if.

Not a plan. Not a promise. Just a question that asks your imagination to take one small step without committing to anything permanent. Your ego, already tender and defensive in the Messy Middle, will often resist a direct challenge. But it will play with a what if. Because a what if doesn't demand belief. It just cracks the window open a little.

What if this is taking a different shape than I expected? What if smaller is exactly right? What if the path I can't see yet is already forming?

You don't have to believe any of it. You just have to be willing to ask.

Reflection

• What are you measuring your progress against, and is that measuring stick still the right one?
• And if you're willing: what if it isn't?

Until we see each other again, I hope you have a powerful day.

-Joanna

Joanna Douglas
Conscious Leadership Coach, Speaker, Teacher Founder of Enneagram Ensight