One of the worst feelings in the world is the sense of being trapped in a bad situation you can’t get out of. That longing to get out with no escape route in sight. That’s how I’ve been these last few weeks. I thought that going down to San Diego would change that feeling, help me make sense of some aspects of my life and get me back on track. All it did was made me realize that the need to get out is greater than I thought.
I’ve been searching for the answer, but building up to the question has required more than I originally thought it would. You could say I bit off more than I could chew. There’s a lot of taking chances and a lot of walking away coming up for me. Personally, I hope it’s sooner rather than later. I’ve already missed one open door by allowing my doubts and naive hopes to get in the way, I won’t allow it to happen again.
Have you ever felt this way before? What did you do to get out of the situation? At what point did you reach your “ah ha” moment?