Anyone who has been a licensed driver longer than a year or two has probably encountered the unpleasant experience of getting your vehicle stuck. Whether it’s in mud, sand or snow, getting stuck is hugely lacking in the fun department.
I live in Phoenix so what do I know about getting stuck? True. We don’t have snow, sand or muddy roads to contend with but I attended Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff and spent plenty of time with my car wedged in a snow drift. Who knew? Thankfully there were plenty of college boys on the road to pull me out.
My husband has a great big sand rail. This is no toy. It has large tires and massive shocks and a powerful Corvette engine. We take it to the Imperial Sand Dunes near Yuma. You wouldn’t think a machine with that much oomph could get stuck, but it happens. That’s why we never go out alone, but in groups (with long ropes.)
When we were in high school my boyfriend borrowed his dad’s (now my father-in-law) little sand buggy and we took it for a spin down a beach in Mexico. We were with another couple and stopped to play in the water for a few minutes. Suddenly we noticed the tide was rushing in and soon the car would be submerged. (Only one of the idiotic things we did in our teens.) We flagged down some locals in a big old truck to come and haul us out. If not for them I may have been a widow before I was married and my father-in-law would be in jail for murdering his kid.
The point of all this rambling down memory lane is that we all get stuck sometimes in life. Relationships, career, finances, depression… all can suck us into a hole that seems impossible to get out of. Most often we can’t get moving without help. Someone to give a gentle shove, pull us along or offer a hard kick in the pants.
If you’re not making any forward progress right now, you may have to reach out to a friend to help get you going again.
The world is full of stuck souls, so be on the lookout for opportunities to give a gentle shove.