In my opinion, struggle is like a piece of driftwood being slung back and forth between the shore and the water. I’m sure you have heard the saying “stuck between a rock and a hard place”. Well, I have a different outlook on that saying now which I will get to in just a second.
Today after I got home I had a moment of spiraling. My head was foggy. I couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. Anxiety was filling my chest every moment that ticked by. If you have ever had this feeling then I think you’ll agree with me when I say… It isn’t a pleasant feeling.
My husband, the wonderful man he is, told me to go take a walk down by the water. He said that clearly going from our home to the bus, to work, back home wasn’t enough time or space for my mind to clear and think. I gave a million to one excuses on why I didn’t want to go walk. In the end, I did.
As I sat there on a large piece of driftwood I watched a smaller piece continuously get pushed around by the waves. It was at the mercy of the waves. Being pulled under the waves, shoved against other pieces of wood, then pulled back out by the tide, just to be pushed in again.
This is when the “stuck between a rock and a hard place” came to mind. I would rather be stuck in that saying then be the driftwood. Wonder why? Well, because if you are stuck between two hard surfaces you can work your way back up to the top. You have something solid to press against.
The driftwood, however, can’t do anything. It’s at the mercy of the water. It’s drowning, being pushed against hard surfaces, being pulled back out, etc. There is nothing solid to press against. You can’t edge yourself out of the storm. You are just stuck, floating in the chaos, until finally, the water settles out.
Watching that piece of driftwood made me think about what struggle to me really is. It’s being at the mercy of the chaos pushing you around. Sometimes the struggle is a rock and a hard place, but a bad struggle is like the driftwood.
In the end, I walked back home with a clear head and an idea for a post. So what type of struggle are you? Are you the driftwood? Or the old-fashioned saying?