Unstuck

Writing My Way To A Better Me

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I’ve been stuck in a rut for far too long, and I’m finally ready to break free. Two years ago, I walked away from a job that left me unfulfilled, and for a while, I felt liberated—exploring new things, finding joy in doing life on my own terms. But comfort has a sneaky way of turning into stagnation. Without realizing it, I got stuck again.

This time, it’s different. Before, I was running on autopilot at the office. Now, I’m doing the same at home—trapped in a routine, financially strapped, and feeling like I’ve lost a piece of myself. With my husband carrying the financial burden, I find myself doing things that once felt below my pay grade, and somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of power. I became a lesser version of who I wanted to be.

But I’m not here to complain. I’m here because I want more—for myself, for my future. I want to do things differently this time, to take action, face the fears holding me back, and commit to the process.

For starters, I want to be a better writer. Writing has always been a part of me, but now, I’m making it intentional—I’m putting my thoughts out there, chronicling my growth, refining my voice, and embracing the discomfort of starting over.

I also want to take control of my health. I’ve struggled with my weight since my mid-30s, losing pounds only to gain them back, sometimes with extra baggage. Now, I’m practicing intermittent fasting, mostly skipping breakfast, which helps regulate my acid reflux. But exercise? That’s where I struggle. Gym memberships aren’t an option right now, so I need a routine I can stick to—cardio to shed the weight and strength training to build muscle as I step into my 40s. The challenge is not just knowing what to do, but actually doing it—consistently.

This journey isn’t about chasing perfection; it’s about progress. It’s about showing up, doing the hard things, and becoming the person I was meant to be. So here I am, writing it down, making it real, and taking the first step—because this time, I refuse to stay stuck.