I should start by saying that Halfcut is not just about drinking.
Although there is something beautifully honest about being just a little undone. Not falling apart. Just softened around the edges. Like what happens when you finally stop pretending to be on top of everything.
Halfcut is where I seem to live these days. Between meals. Between knowing and forgetting. Between wanting to get things done and deciding not everything matters as much as it once did.
Between what leadership is supposed to look like and what actually works with the time, energy and headspace I have.
I used to think being polished meant I was doing it right. Now I think polished often just means tired.
It turns out you can live a good life in the halfway zone. Eat well enough. Lead well enough. Love people properly, even if the laundry is still in the machine. You can wear clothes that mostly work and open a fridge full of things that do not belong together and still make something decent. It counts.
That is what this space is for. The almost-good meals. The scrappy days. The moments no one claps for but still matter. The quiet effort it takes to hold things together, even when no one notices. The sudden wave of grief that catches you out on a Tuesday when you are just trying to get a form submitted. The snacks you eat while thinking about it and then feel guilty. The small things that made a hard week feel bearable.
Halfcut is not giving up. It is not falling apart.
It is real life, on real terms.
And if you are here too, you are not alone.
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