“It seems like every single one of the women in my circle of friends has a thing they want to do, or a big change they want to make but we’re all just… stuck. Nobody is moving forward on anything.”
This is how we started my class this morning and I thought, “Oh, wow, here we go.” It was the first group call for the new lot of “Sick of Being Stuck” students and before I could even get the recording turned on, she offered that explanation for why she signed up. She divorced a few years ago, went back to school, and is now working her new field and raising her kids. She loves her much smaller house and lots of things are really great but…
She just feels stuck.
Her big thing is the paper. Another student tells us that it’s the basement packed to the brim with boxes filled with all manner of assorted whatnot that didn’t get tended in a recent move. She can’t bring herself to open even one box. Another student has a series of tiny little spaces–a room at home (sharing the rest of the space with roommates), a car, and a cubicle at the office. It’s a professional shift that she is here to cultivate.
It’s been six months since this program started and I continue to marvel at the wild varieties of people and issues that are popping up, which is nothing when compared to the similarities we’re uncovering. This experience is a remarkable. We’re all just the same.
We get stuck for the same reasons –people die, marriages end, kids come or leave, or perhaps it’s a health crisis. We have dreams for something new but can’t figure out how to fit it into our lives. We set goals but the sameness keeps pulling us back into the old ways of being. And after we’ve outgrown parts of our lives, sometimes we stay put and the stuff stacking up around us gets too sticky to make a move.