Stuck
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with you.
I’ve heard that song by the Scottish group Stealers Wheel at least ten times the last week. Restaurant, coffee house, radio station at home. Someone is telling me something.
Sometimes we are stuck.
We can’t decide. This one or that? This way or that? A project that just doesn’t move. Writing that doesn’t start.
Robert Pirsig wrote in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance about being stuck. You are trying to disassemble a part. The screwdriver slips. The screw’s head is stripped. You’re stuck. You can’t proceed.
First you must recognize that the problem changed. Then tackle the new problem to get unstuck.
It’s like spiritual formation. First the realization. Then the focus and intention. Then the new work to overcome being stuck.
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