There is no worse word for a woman than stuck.
We can handle pain. We can handle loss. We can handle chaos.
There is a beginning, middle and end to those experiences.
But stuck feels like slow asphyxiation.
Like solitary confinement.
Trapped with no oxygen, no windows, and no understanding of how to get out.
Which is the worst part of all.
Because in some way, somehow, we know we put ourselves in this stuck spot.
There are so many ways to be stuck.
It might be a job you kinda hate with a future you don’t want to live into.
It might be a marriage that you knew, from the moment you walked down the aisle, was a compromise.
Maybe you are a drained and exhausted full-time Mom, or a drained and exhausted working Mom, with years of child-rearing stretching ahead of you.
Or you are on that dating treadmill, where you just cannot bear to have another drink with another guy who does not know you, and ask him what he does for a living.
I have to admit I am on a first-name basis with ‘stuck’.
I lived so many years in a marriage I had outgrown.
So so so many years in a job that was low paying and nowhere near the neighborhood of my true calling.
I have even sat down and counted the number of days until my daughter graduated high school. Single motherhood can be overwhelming.
And dating? Big sigh. There and back, sisters. There and back.
Once you have spent a day, a week, a month, a year, or a decade in that formaldehyde, you would do anything—and I mean anything—to avoid going back.
This blog is dedicated to the woman who is willing to do anything to jump off the ledge of stuck, and leap into the turbulent wonderful risky ever-changing waters of life.