For the in-between moments.
the Space
After.
When something inside you changes, but your life around you still looks the same.
You don't need more pressure. You need somewhere to land for a moment.
Sometimes the hardest part isn't what happened. It's what comes after.
When life has already moved on, but you haven't. When you look like yourself, sound like yourself, do all the normal things — but somehow, you don't quite feel like yourself anymore. That's the space this was made for.
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de'luga presents becoming
A small architecture for becoming again.
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My Before / My After
Name who you were. Name what changed. Name who you may be becoming.
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Today I Can Hold
Not a to-do list. One thing you can do, feel, need, rebuild.
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Healing + Structure
Gentle check-ins for the body and mind you have now.
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Identity Rebuild
Slow prompts for what you're grieving — and what's still alive.
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Read This
Short passages for the moments that don't have a name yet.
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Progress That Feels Human
Days you showed up. Truths you told. Proof you kept going.
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becoming
a game about who you are and who you're ready to be — also by de'luga.
Why this exists
A note from the person who made this
It actually only took me 25 years 🤣😅
But honestly… I made peace with my fate almost immediately. I accepted it very quickly. The hard part wasn't losing tennis itself. The hard part was that I had only ever known myself as an athlete. I truly believed that without tennis, I wasn't capable of anything else. I didn't know who I was outside of it. What work I would do. What my place in the world would even be.
I had lived inside this very safe identity bubble since childhood. And then I became a mother, and I stepped fully into that role too. And somewhere in all of that, I slowly disappeared from myself again. I forgot what I liked. Who I was outside of taking care of everyone else. And after so many years focused on one path, I genuinely felt like I didn't know how to do anything else.
Over time, something in me started asking deeper questions. So I began searching inward — more spiritually, emotionally — trying to understand myself beyond achievement or roles. And at the same time, I started writing my book. And while writing it, I realized something really important: none of this was a punishment. Maybe it was actually my path. Maybe everything I went through happened so I could one day help someone else feel less alone in their own "in-between" moment.
And as I kept going deeper into myself, I started asking: "What is left from the old version of me that I can carry into the new one?" That question changed everything for me. Because I realized I couldn't rush a new identity. If I built it out of fear or panic, I would still be building my life on old foundations. And strangely, once I stopped forcing it… the ideas started coming naturally. The writing. The music. The jewelry. Everything. And through all of that, I slowly started finding myself too. Not the old version of me — but a new one that still carried pieces of her.
So truthfully… I don't feel pain inside myself anymore. And I honestly don't think I ever truly did. Maybe sadness sometimes for what could have been. But I also realized that yes — maybe I could have had a beautiful and successful life in tennis. But I might never have learned why I'm really here. And that I can be more than just one role. More than one identity.
And I think that's why this space exists.
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