Most of the time, I feel stuck.
Stuck with things never going to plan, stuck with friends who don’t care, stuck with marks that just won’t get any better, stuck in the middle.
As I’ve grown, though, I’ve realized one thing:
Things never go exactly as you think they will, and feeling stuck is a whole lot better than feeling hopeless.
When I was young, I thought I was going to be a doctor. Reality told me this wasn’t going to happen, science took more than it gave and english was always the one thing I loved to do.
So when it came time to fill out my options, I said good-bye to my five-year old dream and moved on. I wrote, I read, a made a blog, I realized that being a surgeon could never compare to words, feelings, blog posts about traveling or fighting for women’s rights.
Reality hits you in a bunch of different ways, sometimes it sucks, sometimes it makes you want to stop, and sometimes it pushes you to keep going.
I feel stuck when things aren’t what I want them to be, because I’m not sure how to make it better and I’m not sure if I even want to.
In the end though, I know I still can.
That’s how I end up happy, that’s how I end up okay.
Feeling stuck is such a natural part of life that it no longer surprises me, it challenges me to keep going, to get myself out of this position and into a better moment, a better life.
I’m not sure there’s a definite way to get over that feeling though, whether it’s counting to ten or going for a run, baking cookies or breaking dishes.
You’ll get there though, and you’ll realize that no matter how stuck you are, how desperate you are, things always seem to get better.
Even if you don’t plan on it.