I'm stuck.

I'm writing my fourth book, and the words aren't coming as fast and furious as I had hoped or as rapidly as they did with my other three.

Truth? I had planned to get this last [probably, but we'll see] book of mine out by the end of 2022.

And you can see how that has turned out.

But then I remind myself that no one is chasing with an axe or a chainsaw.

(This isn't Halloween Horror Nights).

And no one is pushing me.

(This isn't a Knives Out flick, Yellowstone, or Dead to Me.)

And that there's no cliff, I'll fall off, then crash and burn i.e. Wile E. Coyote if I don't get this book out
-- even ever.

Would it be nice to? Sure.

An accomplishment? Of sorts, yeah.

But I am a total and complete failure, waste-of-space if I don't?
No.

Hell no.

And that's something we all need to be reminded of.

Whether you're
stuck in a job you hate,

a relationship that's just "okay,"

between a rock and a hard place when it comes to a big decision,

stuck in a rut physically
or mentally
or when it comes to your eating or drinking habits,

stuck creatively,

or stuck on some old mistake you made in the past that you can't seem to move on from

...

it's okay.

It's okay to be stuck.

In fact, I think it is of considerable benefit to each of us to be "stuck" every once in a while and again.

There's so much beauty in life,
but seriously,
there's nothing more beautiful than a human who has been stuck but figured out an authentic way to advance beyond said uncomfortable spot.

Does that shit take time? Of course, it does.

Do most things worth anything take time? Hell yes.

So
-- and not that you need it, but you might feel good hearing it --

here's your permission slip to stay put in your slump for a bit.

Get cozy in it.

Take it for what it is, and do the best you can (or you want) with that.

Pull up a chair and park your ass in it and sit there and tell yourself,

"I ain't stuck, I'm mid-adjustment, AND IT'S A PROCESS, and like coloring your hair, it takes time, and there are lots of awkward in-betweens."

Speaking of being in between things,
are you unsure whether to agree with me or tell me I'm full of horse manure?
Me too.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuttt...

I'm choosing to see the bright side of being stuck and relishing in the understanding that it's not so bad once you realize you don't have to give such a giant *&%*.

Little by little.
Step by step.
You'll get there.
I bet.