Maybe Stuck is Just Life...For the Moment

I had a conversation with a friend on Saturday. One of those uncomfortable ones, the kind that sits with you long after it's over. And here we are, and it's still here.

Still occupying brain space.....

still unresolved.

There's this idea that when we feel stuck, we're supposed to do something about it. That stuckness is a temporary state, a problem to solve.

The movie version of this moment would end with a breakthrough, a realisation, a decision, a moment of clarity that pushes everything forward.

But what if that never comes?

What if we just stay?

Writing this down makes me feel sad. Not in a dramatic, woe-is-me kind of way, but in the quiet, heavy way that comes when you acknowledge something you've been trying not to.

Because the truth is, I am staying.

Not necessarily because I want to, but because it's easier, because it's not that bad, because leaving takes a kind of momentum I don't have right now. And I don't think I'm alone in that.

We stay in jobs, relationships, routines, patterns of thinking. Not because they bring us joy, but because they're familiar, because they're safe, because stepping into something unknown is its own kind of risk. And maybe we tell ourselves we're stuck because it makes it feel less like a choice.

But maybe—just maybe—being stuck is just life.

Not every moment is about progress.

Not every situation needs an exit plan.

So at the moment, I am just going to keep going.

I am going to find small joys where I can. Shift my perspective enough to make it bearable.

For the moment, I am going to tell myself new stories about why I'm here.

And sometimes, I will sit with the sadness of it all, knowing that even if I don't move today, the fact that I am thinking about it means something.