29/08/2026
There's a version of stuck that isn't stuck at all.
It's just familiar.
The same job. A similar shape of relationship, however different the person. A reaction that's been played out so many times it stopped feeling like a choice somewhere along the way.
I keep coming back to what actually makes something feel impossible to change, when nothing about it is truly stopping us.
Maybe it was never about being unable to move.
Maybe moving just asks something of us we've never tried before — and given the choice between a discomfort we know and one we don't, most of us will choose the one we know, every time.
Which leaves a different question than the one people usually sit with.
Not why we don't.
What we'd find, if we did.
Where are you stuck?