That’s me in a nutshell … stuck. My mind goes 24/7 and conjures up these amazing ideas that fill me with such life-sustaining hope of what my life could be, while simultaneously feeling just out-of-reach — like a fluttering butterfly that I chase to no avail. Because even if I miraculously captured this elusive insect, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did. And now I feel like a stuck loser, which is not a happy or true place to live.