Interlude — Story of the In betweener

This won’t be a success story where I would tap myself on the shoulder and tell you things you must do to be successful. Trust me. It will be a story full of failure, darkness and well, story. — Marius Bauer

If I am to turn my blogs into a book, would I be focusing on a certain demographic of people? A type of audience? No. This book would be for everyone. Everyone who’s anyone has seen an in between moment, whether it was ignored, short-lived or endless like mine. Everyone has been between a rock and a hard place. At what part of your ‘in the mean time’ stage you may be able to identify with in my story, I do not know. I just pray it would appeal to the hurt and struggles inside all of us. The ones who are ‘well on their way’ or ‘daily hustle’ of life. It’s what I’ve always had to do to get to the small points. I’ve had to spend long stretches of life’s rough terrain getting there. Where it would take a peer of mine just one or two steps forward, I’d have to track miles and miles before I got to that same destination. I’d take detours and under cuts and the ‘long way around’ just to arrive. Sometimes I feel like I still have yet to arrive. My in between has been the place of surrender, hardship, sleepless nights, rivers of tears, ailments, stress, and mind numbing headaches. I wish I could spill out a climb every mountain till you find your dream story, but I honestly can’t. I can only tell of my reality. I suppose one reason I write my story is because I wish someone out there who was just like me, wearing my shoes, would. I feel as though I am the only one still in between. Maybe I’m just the only one willing to speak up in this level of life that everyone waits to pass before they say anything. Maybe I have done something new — lit a candle in a place that desperately needed light all along.