Stuck In The Snow

There was this dude who got his car stuck in the snow.

He couldn't move forward or backward. He tried rocking the car, like all the driver's ed classes say you should do, but it didn't do any good. He tried slowly accelerating, and that didn't do any good. He tried jamming on the go pedal. Nope, no good. He had tried to get out and push the car. Still no good. He was stuck.

He didn't really panic, though. The other cars on the road were zipping by him without difficulty, and he didn't feel like he was in tremendous danger. And even though he knew he would get hungry and cold and lonely if he stayed in the car for a really long time, right now, he was okay. It would be okay to take a moment and not try to move the car. It didn't feel great to take a break like this, but everything else he had tried wasn't working. You can't continue to do the same things and expect different results, so he thought he would try something different: he would take a break. Perhaps the snow would be different when he tried again-- a little more or a little less whatever he needed to get unstuck. Maybe it would different in a little bit.

That's me now. I'm sitting in the car. I'm stuck. Everything I know to try hasn't gotten me unstuck yet. So I'm taking a break in the car, waiting for whatever might happen to happen to help me get unstuck. I'm not terribly patient right now. I want to be unstuck. But I don't know what else to do, so I'm not going to continue to try the same things and expect a different result.

So I'm stuck in the snow now. Which sucks, because nobody else is dealing with snow right now at the end of March.