In between shadows and a blooming state.
A collection inspired by a never-ending mix of emotions.
Those moments where we get lost, even when we’re standing exactly where we once prayed to be.
I’ve learned that in life, there will always be something that feels “missing.”
But maybe it isn’t missing — perhaps it’s simply not necessary.
And if it ever becomes essential, it’s something we can create for ourselves.
We’re not empty; we’re in progress.
It’s in those quiet moments when we begin questioning everything:
Was I wrong to make those decisions?
Did I act without fully understanding the consequences?
Big shifts — in our personal lives or in our careers — always feel terrifying.
That fear is part of the becoming.
And then come the other moments… when we realise we never really knew where we were headed.
We were moving without a map, guided solely by intuition.
There’s a certain magic in following your heart, in letting your inner voice be the compass.
But even the bravest intuition needs a safety net — not to limit us, but to give us room to play, to explore, to take risks without losing ourselves.
These are feelings so many creatives carry, yet so few ever speak about.
In a world where everything looks perfect through a lens, sharing this truth means everything to me.
LIMBO is my reminder that the in-between is just as sacred as the destination.
And still, I ask myself…
Should I keep trusting the process the way I always have?
Or should I pause, make a plan, and commit to it — even if that idea scares me more than anything?
Maybe that’s the sign I need. Maybe discomfort is the doorway.
Maybe stepping into structure is my next evolution.
I want to feel safe in the world I build for myself — a world I created, not one handed to me.
A world where I am the foundation, not the afterthought.
A world that blooms because I chose to plant it.
In the end, LIMBO isn’t a place to fear — it’s a bridge. A transition. A quiet promise that I’m moving toward a life I’m consciously creating, one choice at a time.
Thank you for sharing this space with me.
Love,
Naners