A Wavering Compass
Lately I’ve felt like a compass with a magnet nearby, spinning just enough to point me in a vague direction, but not quite pointing true north.
I have a general sense of where I want to go. I have projects, goals, values. But when I zoom in, I feel foggy. Is it avoidance? Is there something I could be doing that I’m not? Probably.
The uncertainty spans personal and professional space. Parenting, creative work, financial pressure, relationship dynamics, they all overlap in ways that make clarity slippery.
But even if I don’t know the exact next move, I try not to confuse fog with failure. Sometimes the compass just needs recalibrating. A pause. A grounding ritual. A walk. A question I haven’t dared ask. What am I avoiding? What do I actually want right now? What am I afraid of?
Not every stuck moment means you’re off course. It might just mean you’re slowing down for something to catch up to you.