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Footsteps In The Fog

  • Writer: Tanissha Singh
    Tanissha Singh
  • May 25
  • 1 min read

You’re not who you were — but not yet who you’ll become.



There’s something surreal about this stretch of time — the space between receiving your results and fully stepping into what’s next. It’s not clarity, but it’s not chaos either. It’s like walking through fog — every step is real, but you can’t quite see the shape of where it’s leading.


You feel relief, sure. But also uncertainty.

You’ve answered the questions… but new ones have already started whispering.


"Did I do enough?"

"What now?"

"Will I fit into this new version of my life?"


You look around, and it seems like everyone’s already rushing forward. Picking subjects. Enrolling in classes. You’re happy for them — but also a little lost in your own head.


It’s easy to forget that this space — this strange, aimless in-between — is allowed.

You don’t have to move fast.

You don’t have to be sure.

You don’t even have to be excited.


You just have to take one step.

Then another.


And even if you can’t see the full path yet…

Your footsteps still count.



So here’s to the fog.

To the quiet in-between.

To letting yourself move slowly and softly.

Because growth doesn’t always begin with lightning.

Sometimes, it starts with a single step in the mist.



Coming next: "The Moment”

From the blog: One Step At a Time


 
 
 

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