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What if the thing that makes you “different” is actually your superpower? What if the places where you don’t quite fit are exactly where the magic happens?

There are places in the world where the ground feels thin. You know them—not with your eyes, but with your skin. With your bones. The places where mist clings low to the earth, and your breath comes just a little slower. Where the silence has a shape. A hum. A whisper in a tongue you don’t speak but somehow understand.

They are doorways. Not just metaphors, but real doorways—between one world and the next. These in-between spaces hold a unique beauty, a mystery that beckons us to explore. And for those of us who’ve never quite fit the molds society handed us, they feel like home.

The Ancient Wisdom of Thresholds

In Celtic lore, children were warned not to linger at thresholds. Don’t stand too long between the cottage and the wildwood. Don’t play in the fairy ring. Don’t offer your name. Don’t promise the fae anything you’re not prepared to lose.

They knew that in-between spaces carry power. And danger.

But what the old stories didn’t tell us is that some of us were born for the doorway. Some of us were meant to be the bridge-builders, the translators, the ones who can see what others miss because we’re standing exactly where two worlds meet.

Dwelling in the Doorway: The Neurodivergent Experience

I’ve been standing in one for most of my life. I was taught to be “normal.” Not expressive. Not sensitive. Not me. I was trained—intentionally or not—to tuck my magic away. To fold it behind clean sentences and smiling masks and mid-’80s definitions of girlhood.

What I wasn’t taught was that being autistic meant dwelling in the doorway. Feeling things more. Seeing between.

That’s what they never understood—being neurodivergent doesn’t mean we lack empathy; it simply means we experience it differently. Our empathy is a powerful force that guides us through the world in a unique way. It means we drown in it. It means we feel the fire before it burns. We hear the ancestors sighing in the wind. We know when a shift is coming—not because we’re prophets, but because our bones begin to ache before the thunder cracks.

When the World Aches, We Feel It First

The world is aching now. Something’s smoldering. The Grand Canyon is burning, and it is not a result of climate change. I think it’s Gaia—smudging the world in sacred smoke. This is a call to action, a reminder that we must choose—heal or rot, return or run.

I see the signs in the sky, and I feel them in my joints. And I am tired of being told that my fury is not professional. That my tears are inconvenient. That my way of being in the world is too loud, too strange, too much. This authentic voice is exactly what I write about in my posts on maintaining humanity in professional writing – sometimes being “too much” is exactly enough.

Choosing the Threshold

You know what lives in doorways? Magic. And monsters. And women like me. But I’m not stepping back anymore. I’ve chosen the threshold.

And from this liminal place, I will speak. I will create. I will not be small.

Let the others fear the doorway. Let them build their lives with blueprints and cement. I’ll be over here, building bridges from ash and starlight. Writing spells disguised as essays. Speaking of spells disguised as essays – this is exactly the kind of authentic voice that makes writing powerful, whether it’s personal blogs or professional client work. Whispering to the changelings. Calling the wild ones home.

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For the Wild Ones Reading This

If you’ve made it this far, chances are you recognize yourself in these words. You’ve felt the pull of the in-between. You’ve been told you’re too sensitive, too intense, too much of something the world doesn’t quite have a box for.

Here’s what I want you to know: the threshold isn’t a place of exile. It’s a place of power. This is what I mean when I write about building sustainable freelance practices for neurodivergent minds – we don’t need to fix ourselves to fit the system. We need systems that honor how we actually work.

The world needs us exactly where we are—standing in the doorway, translating between worlds, seeing what others miss. Don’t let anyone convince you to step back into the safe, small spaces they’ve carved out for “normal.”

Your magic isn’t a bug. It’s a feature. And the liminal space? It’s not where you’re stuck—it’s where you belong.

What doorways are you standing in? What magic are you ready to claim? Let’s build some bridges together in the comments below.