You’re Not Lazy - You’re Just Stuck
The real reason you’re not moving forward - and a gentler way to begin again.
The quiet danger of waiting too long to begin
There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that creeps in when you live against your own rhythm.
Not a dramatic burnout. Not a loud breakdown.
Just… quiet disconnection.
You do the things you’re supposed to do.
You keep yourself moving. You stay “functional.”
But somewhere deep inside, something feels off. Like you’re watching your life from a distance - slightly removed from your own choices.
And the worst part?
You tell yourself it’s fine. That it’s just a phase. That other people seem okay with this kind of life, so maybe you should be too.
I’ve been there.
It’s not pain, exactly. It’s more like dullness - like trying to taste food with a mouthful of cotton.
You keep scrolling. You keep performing.
But the feeling lingers: this isn’t it.
And if you’re like many of us, you don’t act on it right away.
Instead, you do what smart people tend to do:
You wait.
You overthink.
You plan a better moment.
You tell yourself: “I just need more clarity,” “more stability,” “a little more time.”
But the truth is - clarity doesn’t come before action. It comes from it.
So what stops us?
Often, it’s not laziness. It’s fear.
Fear of doing something imperfectly.
Fear of wasting time.
Fear of realizing we’re not as ready as we hoped.
And under that fear - shame.
Shame for “knowing better” and still not acting.
Shame for feeling stuck when others seem to move.
Shame for not turning our potential into something we can point to.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
Shame is a terrible motivator.
It freezes more than it frees.
If you want to move forward, you have to begin not with pressure - but with kindness.
And when you do begin…
It doesn’t have to be a clean break.
It doesn’t have to be dramatic or loud or final.
When I quit smoking, I kept a pack hidden in a drawer - just in case.
When I stopped drinking, I left the wine in the fridge for weeks.
When I started working on a new project, I still held on to my day job.
Why?
Because safety matters. Because the nervous system remembers.
Because letting go is easier when it’s not all-or-nothing.
This is what I call a soft start.
A way to begin without scaring yourself back into paralysis.
A way to move - gently, steadily - without burning everything down.
In the next post, I’ll share real stories - not just mine, but from people I’ve worked with and talked to.
People who started from this very place: stuck, uncertain, quietly overwhelmed.
And how one small step began to shift everything.
Until then:
What’s one soft start you’ve tried in the past?
Or one you’ve been quietly considering?
Leave a comment, share with someone who might need this, or just sit with it for now.
And if you’re feeling that quiet disconnection - know that you’re not broken.
You’re just ready.
I loved every bit of it! ❤️
I also get this stuck feeling whenever I want to start something new in my life. It's refreshing to know I am not the only one feeling this. Kind of empowering too, to be honest. Thank you so much for sharing your story with us.
Thank you for this compassionate and validating piece. Your words offer a gentle reminder that feeling stuck isn't a flaw but often a sign of deeper needs or unacknowledged burdens. It's a reassuring message for anyone navigating moments of inertia.