“You’ve reached your destination.”
I had arrived and set up shop at a plateau for what felt like an eternity. I was stuck.
I lost faith. I stopped believing that another wave of forward movement would find its way to me. Circumstances outside of my control affected my day-to-day more than usual. My creativity suffered personally and professionally. The lack of inspiration lingered much longer than anticipated.
Nothing comes close to the sense of defeat that hovers over you when you’re stagnant.
I eventually uncovered the truth about my relationship with this plateau. I had allowed myself to accept complacency and it in turn overstayed its welcome. My spirit was screaming at me to stop permitting my life to play on a loop.
I ignored the screams for a while but they had become so overwhelming that I was forced to finally listen.
I had two options: Either leap, or lose. I chose the former.
No more settling for what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. No more being afraid of the unknown and compromising my happiness as a consequence of that fear.
It was time to abandon my stint on the plain that had inadvertently become my home. It was time to ascend.
Onward and upward.
This post is part of the Twenties Unscripted 10-day writing challenge, Write Your Ass Off April. Find other posts from the challenge by searching for the hashtag #WYAOApril.
Catching up your blog. This one struck me. I’ve been there. So glad you chose to leap, love.
Thank you so much for reading, Roconia! ❤️
This is great! I needed to read this.
Thanks for reading, Julie. So glad you got something from the post!