When I was a kid, my friend Eric and I used to run around our babysitter Sue's basement and play a game called "Stuck in the Mud." Basically, we'd hop between the square blocks that were part of Sue's carpet design, and suddenly one of us would call out "stuck in the mud." Then, the other had to stay planted on whatever square you were on until you were freed. (I can't remember if there was any magic to being freed--I'm pretty sure it was just an arbitrary creative decision.)
This week, I've felt like someone called "stuck in the mud" and I've been frozen on one of those carpet squares. Car trouble--you're stuck in the mud of depending on others for transportation (thanks, Charles.) Nose trouble--stuck with a bad cough-and-sneeze routine. People trouble--stuck in the mud of confusing comments and emotions. And of course, self-created trouble--feeling stuck yet overwhelmed with all the ideas and work that have yet to happen.
But today, I decided I could choose to be stuck no more. I made the same arbitrary creative decision Eric and I did when we were six or seven and called freedom. Nothing changed--except my perspective. And changing that perspective, I made a tremendous amount of forward movement today that I feel good about. What a neat game!
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