Today I hit that wall again.
The kind where you stare at your laptop and feel like everything's already been done, yet you haven't even scratched the surface.
Another café
No power outlets
Ants running across the floor
A third coffee you don't really want
Ten more hours until the 2 AM train whisks you away
How I got into limbo
I came back to a city I've already visited. Partly for convenience, since there were more train options, but also to escape a feeling I couldn't quite name in the last city.
But limbo has a way of finding you, again and again. It confronts you with existential questions and challenges you about why you aren't further along already.
How I'll get out
Writing this story, right now, is my way of moving forward. The smallest possible, courageous step.
I'm sharing it for anyone else who's sitting in transition, waiting for movement. And for me, to prove I can still recover from anything.
Maybe motion doesn't begin with confidence. Maybe it begins with honesty.
Whether or not I hit publish, I already moved.
