Stuck.

I hate that feeling. Almost as much as being bored. Or restless.

My skin doesn’t feel like it fits. My thoughts don’t feel connected.
I feel frustrated. Numb. Like I’m watching myself go through the motions of living.
I slide into my pity-party of one.

As I get lost down the Instagram rabbit hole - a way to “self-soothe” I tell myself -
I stumble on a quote by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love:
”I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with
the person in question getting tired of their own bullshit.”

Wait. What? I think that just hit me in the gut.
Is that what I’m doing? Creating my own bullshit? Allowing it to get in my own way?
Surely not, I say to myself. As I frantically try scrambling back up the pity-party slide
I just materialized out of thin air. Two minutes ago.
But there it was. Right in front of me. The slide. AND the sudden realization: OMG! I AM!!!

In retrospect, I’d say calling bullshit on myself was - and still is - one of the best gifts I ever gave and
continue to give myself. In fact, a gift of the highest magnitude because it is an invitation to consciously
CREATE MY OWN LIFE. Instead of unconsciously creating the bullshit of my own small (very small) and
annoying excuse of an escape room parody of life.

When feeling stuck, ask yourself: Am I the one boxing myself in? Holding myself back? OR can I allow
myself to heed the call of my inner self? Step out of my own self-imposed constraints and dare to muck
about? It is our choice to make. Every damn day.