What if the “bad” wasn’t bad at all?

We are so quick to label everything as good or bad.

A job loss? Bad.

A new opportunity? Good.

A breakup? Bad.

A soulmate connection? Good.

But lately, I’ve been living in the space where those labels blur.

Where what once felt solid starts to dissolve, and what’s coming into view is still hazy but somehow feels right.

I’m in a season of transition.

Slowly letting go of something that still feels so special to me.

It’s layered. It’s emotional. There’s pain. There’s tenderness.

And also, there’s a quiet, grounded excitement for what’s coming.

I can feel the next chapter pulsing just beneath the surface.

This space has reminded me of something I’ve learned again and again: good and bad are not opposites. They are deeply connected. Often, it’s the very things we label as bad that guide us to what we’ve truly been seeking.

The heartbreak. The discomfort. The pause.

They challenge us. But they also clarify.

They realign us. They open the door to something new.

And no, we don’t always see it while we’re in it.

It’s hard to see clearly when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

But later, when the dust settles, we can usually trace a direct line from the pain to the breakthrough.

From the unraveling to the becoming.

This is why meditation is essential.

It gives us space to breathe when we want to run.

It helps us stay present in the in-between, when the answers aren’t obvious.

It quiets the urge to label and instead invites us to witness.

Meditation doesn’t fix the hard moments.

It teaches us how to be with them.

To soften into what is.

To trust that we’re still held, even in uncertainty.

So if you’re in a transition too, if you’re in that space of not quite here and not yet there, I see you.

Take a long deep belly breath. 

Let yourself feel the ache and the anticipation.

The grief and the gratitude.

The letting go and the becoming.

And in the midst of it all, ask yourself gently;

What if this is part of the good, too?

All the ways to work with me
jamie graber