Stuck.

All I can think is "Stuck, stuck, stuck".
It's just ringing in my head, over and over.

Most of the time, I read milspouse blogs and find women and families that are settled into their lives; they've hit their groove, they have their direction. Or maybe they're really good at pretending, I don't know. That's possible. I feel pangs of jealousy, though, whenever I see the happy smiling faces of their children.

These women, they have children. They have jobs. They have purpose. I go from being determined to build my life into what I want it to be to being depressed and discouraged by the successes of others. I don't know why I measure my success by others, but I always have.

I'm ready to be out of this rut.