My car was stuck.
In the mud.
Yes, stuck in the mud and it was not a game.
I had to get to an important meeting.
I still had to get dressed for the important meeting.
My clothes were at home. I was 5km away from home.
I had no power at home. My clothes still needed ironing.
The clever part of me thought that perhaps I could go and buy some new clothes, to get to the meeting…but I was stuck.
I tried reversing.
I tried going forward.
My wheels were spinning and all that happened as I tried to “fix” the situation, was that the mud got deeper and deeper and my car said “No! You are stuck!”
Now, on another morning I would have laughed this off. But, this Friday morning was part of a whole week of feeling “stuck”. You know? One of those weeks when deadlines come and go, decisions stall, your bank freezes your account, your car keys go AWOL, and someone parks you in? All of those things had happened to me in just ONE week!
And now mud.
To top it all, I was feeling a bit hung over, hungry and grumpy. I should have known better than to have 3 BIG glasses of wine on a school night, but yes, that’s a story for another day. I should also have known better than to trust the person who told me that eating 4 huge cloves of garlic would not give me bad breath (because it was roasted and not raw).
So, hugely paranoid about my breath, I jumped out of my car in the pouring rain to run across a field to find someone to help me. Yes, I could have just called someone. Yes, indeed I could have done that if I had my phone with me. You see, that’s what happens when you are stuck.
My story does not have a happy ending but I can tell you that I made it to the meeting on time. I can also tell you that when 4pm finally rolled around and my son ran into my arms (via a muddy puddle), I was soooo over the word STUCK.
Trying hard not to scream, I removed his little white sneakers and thought: My guardian angels must surely have hearing problems. They probably misunderstand me all week as I said my other favourite word, which happens to rhyme with STUCK over and over again.
Aluta continua, as they say. The road to CLARITY is long.
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