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Stuck in your morning routine.
Stuck driving the same way to work.
Stuck wearing the same things.
Stuck buying the same foods
Cooking the same foods
Eating the same foods.
Stuck expecting the same responses.
Stuck receiving the same ones, too.
Stuck in a relationship, in a dance you once chose.
Stuck doing the same things
Seeing the same things
Feeling the same things
Until you realize one thing.
You aren’t stuck.
You were never stuck.
You just forgot your wings.
* * *
The comfort of routine.
The ease of no surprises.
The gift of consistency.
Of not thinking too much
Of not feeling too much
Of not expecting too much
The reassurance of the same.
The warmth of a lie
That keeps you warm
In your sweet little cave
Until suddenly the light floods in to wake you from your deadly slumber.
* * *
Maybe it’s a woman and the way she shines.
Maybe it’s a man and the way he rides—the waves of life.
Maybe that light came by way of a picture
Or a lyric
Or a lone line in a very special book.
But that light has found you.
It has illuminated your heart’s path
Your soul’s longing
Your ache to fly fresh and new and free.
And yet you pretend you are stuck.
You show me your shackles.
You plead with me to see why change won’t work
Why it can’t be
Why your life is different
Different as different can ever be.
There isn’t enough money, you say.
There isn’t an easy way.
There isn’t time
Or a right way.
And it will hurt.
I just know it's going to hurt!
Maybe, but . . .
Stuck hurts most of all
For it deadens
* * *
You wake up to tendrils of sleep dusting your body, and like a freshly baked pie, you emerge from your warm encased slumber to embrace the gifts of your new day. You smile when you think about the choices ahead because you’ve given yourself the time. The time to choose. The time to enjoy. The time to be conscious that you have the power to paint your morning, your day, your Life . . . any color you dream.
You pick the orange socks because they remind you of your favorite sherbet.
You drink the new tea to surprise your tongue. (And it works!)
You wear your hair differently because it’s fun.
And you give yourself a wink and a smile. (And mean it!)
You drive a new way to work and admire the scenery. You remind yourself that it is exhilarating to see with fresh eyes and that in order to breathe in fresh ideas you must expose yourself to new things, new people, new ways of doing . . . and thinking about . . . the same old everyday routines.
You shock yourself. You break out of your norm. You rip off that boring old button down to reveal the true Superhero beneath. You break your own rules. You leap before the net appears. You rise up and wave your flag to show the other stuckies the way.
The Winged Way.
Because change does a soul right.
And wings . . . were meant for flying.