I Say I am Stuck, What Does that Mean?
Sometimes clarity doesn't come from answers, but from the willingness to stay with the question.
Let's pause with the not-knowing. There's something sacred here.
Gentle Reflection:
There are times when forward motion simply… won’t happen.
No matter how many lists you make, how much pressure you apply, something inside you resists. Refuses. Waits.
And maybe that resistance isn’t wrong.
Maybe it’s the deepest, wisest part of you pausing the system — because something isn’t aligned yet.
We call this stuck.
But what if it’s not failure?
What if it’s the seed underground, the leaf in the ice, the sacred “Not yet” of timing that can’t be forced?
Sometimes the most alive thing in you is the one refusing to rush.
Journal With This:
Sit with one at a time. Let your own truth emerge gently.
What part of me feels frozen right now? What is it protecting?
What would it look like to honor this stillness rather than fight it
What am I waiting for — and is it okay to wait?
What story am I telling myself about being stuck? Is that story kind?
What if I trusted that this pause has purpose?
Activity: Melt to Move
Take a single ice cube in your palm. Sit quietly and feel its presence.
As it melts, notice your breath.
When it’s nearly gone, ask:
What part of me is ready to thaw?
No answers needed. Just notice.
Closing Thoughts:
Stillness is not a punishment.
It is a form of intelligence.
A subtle rebellion against what no longer fits.
A sacred root system growing below the surface.
Even here, you are moving.
Even here, you are whole.
