The Season I Felt Like I Was Just Floating

I remember waking up one morning and feeling nothing. Not sadness. Not joy. Not even boredom. Just nothing. I got dressed. I made tea. I scrolled through my phone. And at some point, I realised I couldn’t think of a single thing I was looking forward to. No plans. No dreams. No I am so excited moments. My life was ticking on, but I wasn’t really living it. I was floating.

Naming the Season
Back then, I didn’t have the language for it. I just thought I had lost my spark. But naming it as floating changed everything. It stopped being “I am lazy” or “I am failing” and became “I am in between chapters.”

That one shift removed the shame and gave me permission to explore without rushing.

The First Thing I Tried: The Life Chapter Map
One evening, I took out a piece of paper and drew a horizontal line across it. I marked the chapters of my life so far — school years, first job, marriage, big moves, endings, beginnings.

Under each, I wrote the feeling I remembered from that time: excitement, survival, discovery, heartbreak.

When I got to my current chapter, I called it “The Pause Before the Next Adventure.” That title alone felt kinder than anything I’d called it before.

Seeing Myself Clearly Again
From there, I tried the One-Day Snapshot. I logged my whole day, from breakfast to bedtime, noting what I did, who I spoke to, how I felt before and after.

By evening, I could see it - the moments that gave me energy were tiny: making a proper breakfast, chatting with a neighbour, reading in silence. The moments that drained me were just as clear: too much scrolling, saying yes to things I didn’t want to do, sitting in a messy space.

Following Sparks
Over the next week, I kept a Curiosity Breadcrumbs list. A podcast episode, a colour combination in a shop window, a local notice about a pottery class - none of these were life-changing, but they caught my attention. And catching my attention was enough.

Small Experiments, Not Big Life Plans
Instead of forcing myself to “figure out my purpose,” I started running tiny bets:

• One yoga class.
• A weekend without buying anything unnecessary.
• Joining an online writing group for a month.

Not everything stuck. But every experiment taught me something about what I wanted more of, and what I could happily leave behind.

Looking Back Now
I am not claiming that my life suddenly made perfect sense. But I can say I felt anchored again. I got to a point where I was no longer drifting. I was moving - slowly, intentionally, and in ways that felt like mine. From that day to this momentum has kept me focused and happy. I review often and give myself downtime or off days.

How About You?
If you’ve been feeling like you are just floating, maybe it’s time to map your chapters, notice your sparks, and try a few tiny bets of your own. That’s exactly what I walk you through in my new guide, What Should I Do With My Life? - a gentle, practical companion for finding your next step without the pressure of having it all figured out.