Megha Das May 2026

For the last twelve months, I have lived in what author Jennifer Pastiloff calls “the beautiful middle.” Not the exciting beginning of a new dream, and not the glorious end where you finally "make it." Just the middle. The place where you put in the work, refresh your inbox one too many times, and wonder if you’re actually moving forward or just running in place.

But for the first time in a long time, I am not terrified by the "not knowing." I am curious about it. megha das

I don't know what the next year holds. Maybe I'll go back to a corporate job. Maybe I'll write a book. Maybe I'll surprise myself and take a pottery class. For the last twelve months, I have lived

If you had told me a year ago that I would be sitting here, writing this on a rainy Tuesday afternoon with a chai that has gone cold twice, I wouldn’t have believed you. I don't know what the next year holds

With love and a little bit of chaos,

Life, as it turns out, prefers a messy spiral.