When It Sucks
There was a time when everything seemed to be working. My career was thriving. I was earning well. Home felt steady. I was active. I was traveling. I had momentum. Then, almost without warning, life started taking things away.
Family relationships fractured in ways I never imagined they could. The kind of fractures that don't just change a conversation, they change how you see people you thought you knew forever.
A long-term professional relationship came to an end. That one, if I'm honest, I saw coming. What I didn't see coming was realizing how much the profession itself had changed while I wasn't looking. I had become incredibly good at what I did, but I hadn't realized the economy around me had shifted. Being established wasn't enough anymore.
Friendships changed. Some ended. Some simply became different. Each one forced me to ask difficult questions. What part of this belongs to me? What can I change? What am I willing to fight for?
Even after doing that work, it felt like every time I got back on my feet, something else knocked me down. Then came the loss of my dog. By that point, I wasn't tumbling anymore. I was crawling.
For weeks, maybe months, I kept asking myself the same question. What's next? Not because I didn't have ideas. Because I couldn't feel them. The motivation wasn't there. The excitement wasn't there. Purpose felt... quiet.
Maybe that's grief. Maybe that's burnout. Maybe it's depression. I don't know. What I do know is this: Today, the phone didn't ring. I decided I wasn't leaving the house. So I had to ask myself, Who are you when nothing is asking anything of you?
Today, I journaled.
I worked on something that matters to me. I did my nails. I meditated. I shared a meal with Coach Formie and talked honestly about how I was feeling. I hugged my pets a little longer.
And now I'm here, writing this…Not because everything is okay. But because movement doesn't always look like progress. Sometimes movement is simply refusing to disappear.
If you're in a season like this, here's what I want to leave you with. Get back up. Do the thing you've been putting off. Take the walk. Go the route you've been wanting to try. Not because one day it'll be too late. Although that's true. Do it because that small step might be the thing that saves you.
Not all rescue comes in dramatic moments. Sometimes it arrives one walk... one page... one conversation... one ordinary decision...at a time.
Journal Prompt:
When life feels like it's standing still, what is one small act that reminds you who you are, even when no one is asking anything of you?
What does "getting back up" look like today,not someday, but today?
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