My daughter is in that never-never land of young adulthood: not yet marketable but wanting a "real" job; in a serious relationship with no promises; halfway through college but undecided on a career; trying to please parents, self, and a potential mate; facing mounting responsibility with few resources. I remember the frustration, confusion, and sense of helplessness.
Today was especially tough. So I told her the story of how the adult eagle pulls feathers out of the nest until the prickly branches are exposed creating enough discomfort to drive the the eaglet from the nest. I told her the story of the baby chicken that struggles its way out of the shell that once nurtured it before the shell becomes a tomb.
I reminded her that struggle is necessary to build the muscle we need to shoulder life's responsibilities and wrestle with its issues. It didn't bring much comfort, but it helped her know that sometimes the best any of us can do is to just face the day and put one foot in front of the other.