The Truth About Feeling Stuck.

Kristina Kotouckova
Aug 18, 2024
3 min read

Updated: Jun 11

Healing, rebuilding, and being redirecting - they don't look or feel glamorous. They’re messy, uncomfortable, and frustrating. But they are the foundation for the life we dream of.

Am I holding myself back, or is this just part of the process?

Every day, I wake up hoping for clarity—waiting for a spark, a moment where everything clicks, and I finally know my next step. And yet, that certainty never comes. Am I the one standing in my own way, or is there a deeper reason behind this lingering uncertainty?

Am I sabotaging my own future?

It has been four months since I left my corporate finance job in London—a decision both terrifying and freeing. I walked away from one of the biggest safety nets a young adult can have because I knew, deep down, it wasn’t right for me anymore.

But now, here I am. Back at home with endless ideas of what I want to do but no clear direction of how to move forward.

Traveling was always on my mind after leaving my job. But now, all I can think about is working for myself. I’ve tried pouring my time into social media, hoping to build something meaningful. Yet even that feels slow, almost stagnant.

I keep reminding myself that patience, belief, and consistency matter—but why does it feel like no amount of effort is ever enough?

The fear of choosing the wrong path.

For a while, I wondered if I was sabotaging my own potential. I had all the freedom in the world—no financial burdens, no obligations pulling me in a specific direction. And yet, I felt paralysed by possibility.

With so many choices, how do you even begin?

I started traveling, hoping it would bring clarity. Scotland, Croatia, Paris, Venice, the South of France, Monaco, Slovakia, Budapest—I ventured far and wide. But after three months, the excitement faded. So I came home, thinking I would reset, plan my next move. And now, two weeks later, I find myself stuck again, caught in the same restless uncertainty.

That familiar frustration creeps back in, making me wonder—am I the one blocking my own way forward?

Finding growth in the messy middle.

But here’s what I’ve started to realize: maybe I’m not failing. Maybe this isn’t self-sabotage.

What if this feeling of being "stuck" is actually part of the process?

What if this pause—the fog, the uncertainty, the discomfort—is exactly what I need before stepping into my next phase?

When I finally let go of the pressure to "figure it all out," something shifted. I stopped resisting the present moment and instead leaned into it. I reconnected with people, addressed personal struggles that had resurfaced, allowed myself to rest. And slowly, creativity began to flow again. Ideas returned. I started trusting the timing of my life instead of trying to control it.

Often, we rush toward the future so blindly that we forget to appreciate the in-between moments—the ones that later reveal themselves as the foundation for something greater.

Maybe this uncertainty isn’t a setback. Maybe this is what realignment feels like.

The truth about feeling stuck.

I’m not saying we should accept feeling lost and let it swallow us whole.

But maybe, just maybe, if we stop resisting and instead embrace this pause, we’ll begin to see the bigger picture.

Maybe this period of uncertainty isn’t punishment—it’s preparation. Maybe life is shifting our paths in ways we don’t yet understand, guiding us to something we can’t yet see. And maybe this moment—this space in between—holds more value than we realize.

Healing, rebuilding, and being redirecting - they don't look or feel glamorous. They’re messy, uncomfortable, and frustrating. But they are the foundation for the life we dream of.

Trusting the process is hard. But in time, the pieces start falling into place. And when I look back on the days that felt the hardest, I find gratitude—knowing they shaped me into the person I am meant to become.