When working with clients, particularly those grieving, they often pause and stumble while trying to describe a certain feeling that they can’t put words to.
“Unmoored?” I ask.
“YES! Exactly!” they say.
Unmoored. It means adrift. Uncertain. Floundering, Insecure. Un-secured.
It is how we feel when we have let go of the swinging vine before grabbing on to the next vine.
It is where we exist between what was and what will be.
It is how we are when our anchor is lifted and we are left out to sea.
I am sharing this word here in case it helps you give name to that vague feeling you’ve been having.