I’m learning to be stuck.
To simply live in whatever place I’ve found myself; where fate or my own missteps have placed me. We all get stuck: in relationships, careers, mindsets; where thing after thing after thing goes wrong. Where hope seems elusive. At times I get stuck fighting my stuck; knowing things are out of my hands but continuing to claw and shuffle and push my way out. But I remain. Stuck. At some point I can only mange to toss my head back and let out a cry or a chuckle or breathe because thats the surrender.
I’m learning that stuck has a purpose. That there’s a lesson or a message or a transition taking place; within me, around me. Being stuck allows this change to occur. I’m learning to have patience when I’m stuck, because I’ve come to know that stuck is a very temporary thing. Just when I think that nothing will ever change, everything suddenly changes.
In some ways, being stuck is the closest I get to whatever higher power I hold in my heart. Giving breath and trust to the fantastic design of my existence, I am able to be happy and untroubled in the most stubborn of moments.
Recognizing a transition is occurring can mean the difference between sane and insane, between peace and anxiety, between fighting imaginary battles in my mind and a good night’s sleep.
I’m learning to be still when I’m stuck and to simply wait; satisfied to observe the challenges and changes occurring around me. It can be such an amusing and beautiful thing, to be stuck.
