Stuck in the middle with you

Okay, the blizzard is here for real and we are stuck. There's no need to climb out a window just yet, but also no driving around unless totally necessary. Being stuck in the house on a lazy Sunday morning is luxurious.

I get really cagey being stuck. I used to have vivid dreams about being chased and not being able to run. My legs would not move. I vaguely remember this meaning that I was feeling emotionally stuck or indecisive.

These dreams stopped when I bought my first car. The ability to pack and run continues to calm my nerves, even though I wouldn't do it at the point. Nuschler would demand to come with me and Punky would expect me back soon to empty the dishwasher and find his wallet/keys/various info cards.

I love the saying "You don't have to change everything to change everything". I've been banging on the drum of change for a while now (I think I knew somehow what was coming) and I think it has to do with not feeling stuck. The silver lining about losing someone is the change that precipitates from it. After an appropriate amount of mourning and celebration, we can take ownership of the amazing things we have accomplished and look forward to amazing things we are gonna do next.

Have faith, it will be spectacular!