WHEN YOU CAN'T GO BACK TO WHO YOU WERE

The Resplendent Quetzal

Greetings, everyone!

There’s been something on my heart that I want to share with you.

Over the last four years, I went through a transition I didn’t have a name for while I was inside it. I knew I was meant for more — or perhaps meant for a different version of myself entirely — but I couldn’t yet see what it was. I tried paths that didn’t lead anywhere. I waited longer than felt bearable. There were moments I genuinely wondered whether anything new was ever going to arrive.

And then, verrryy slowly, it did.

That experience changed the way I understand periods of transition entirely.

Of course, I can’t speak for everyone’s experience. But I do know that many people I’ve talked with lately are standing in the middle of a major shift. A transition they didn’t fully choose. A version of life that no longer fits. A sense that a chapter has ended — or is quietly ending — while the next one hasn’t fully revealed itself yet. 

If that’s where you are, I want you to know this:

That disorientation is not a problem to solve. It’s a passage to navigate.

And these transitions do have a shape to them. Real phases. Real thresholds. Yet most people move through them without a map, thinking they’re lost when they’re actually in transformation.

Over time, I began to understand that what I was experiencing was not random or meaningless. It was part of a real process of becoming — one that many people go through, but few people are ever guided through consciously.

That realization is what led me to create Resplendent Becoming

Resplendent Becoming is an 8-week journey for people who can’t return to who they were, but can’t yet fully see who they’re becoming. It’s built from everything I’ve studied, everything I’ve taught and everything I’ve lived through myself.

I’ll share more soon. But if you’re in that strange in-between space too, I hope this helps you understand that you may not be lost at all. You may be in the middle of becoming.

With much love and gratitude, Deb

Deb McBride