“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
~ Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
I’d just been talking with a friend about stuckedness (well, we didn’t use that word, but it was the topic) and some additional thoughts that hadn’t come to me at the time were rolling around in my head, and then (a slightly sanitized version of) this Toni Morrison quote showed up in my FB feed.
Yep. Let go of that stuckedness. Sure, there probably was a Reason, or need, or something at some time. But things change, the original reason or need often (usually? always?) goes away, and yet the stucked part stays. Like having a brace for an injured arm, the injury heals, and yet I keep wearing the brace. Or maybe take it off, but keep it around.
And there’s probably a Reason, or need, for keeping it – BUT – is it a good one? Or is it just habit, that I’m used to it, it’s comfortable, it’s always been there? Or has it become a Reason, holding me back? An excuse, I’d love to, but… I can’t because…
The stuckeds range from the size of grains of sand to giant boulders, and I realize that it verges on trite to say Oh just get over it, let it go. But at some point what else is there to do?