Freedom is a big deal. Conceptually it seems simple enough. Unbridled options. Untethered dreams. Limitless options. That is until you realize each one of us is governed by our own history. Our own bodies, realities and rules. We're stuck. While we're not stuck with our lives in all cases — you can change careers, homes, cars, even spouses. You're still stuck.
Being stuck isn't as dire and hopeless as it sounds. It's not the elephants stuck in the tar pits of LeBrea or the men stuck in a collapsing mine. We're stuck like tires in the mud, a car in traffic. Temporarily immovable. Grounded by an unscheduled storm. Sometimes our "stuckness" is very brief. Sometimes we feel stuck in a job that undervalues us. Or a relationship that foresakes our intentions. Sometimes it's a small apartment or home that our family barely can fit into. Sometimes we're stuck for a very long time. Stuck in a failing marriage. Stuck in a body that doesn't function, or a mindset that can't find joy. Stuck in a family that is crumbling from the weight of it's own failings. Regardless of time or circumstances, we will be stuck at some point in our lives and it isn't about the act of being stuck but what we do while we're there.
Waiting for change or help or answers or a gift or love or a solution to cure all that makes you stuck. But you still have to wait. It's easy to just think about why you're stuck — who brought you here, what happened to you, how you can get out. Meanwhile things around you move. The wind blows. The sky changes from blue to gray. The clouds appear and disappear; sometimes with rain or snow. Other people with other lives and other stories that may have no bearing on your own go on. It's easy to say "make the most it", but it really means nothing. It really helps nothing. What I think is meant is that you're not the only stuck; just say "Hey, guess what? I'm stuck. I'm unhappy. My family is broken. My kids can't stand me. My relationships are slipping away. My job is killing me. Life is hard. Is it hard for you too?" It isn't a party to celebrate mutual misery or bitterness, but a smile, a nod, a little sing as you sit in your car in the traffic, just waiting to move again.