Today, I came into the living room to find my red tailed shark stuck in his pineapple under the sea:
He'd always swam in and out of the windows, but apparently he's expanded. My husband shoved him back through with a little work, but he's got some injuries.
It reminded me of the predicaments I see many people go through. No, I don't know too many people who get stuck in their windows, but I see a lot of people get stuck. Some have a fear of aging, and they try to continue doing what they did decades ago, and it doesn't serve them well. Others get stuck in jobs that don't serve them, or with habits that drag them down.
When I was a younger woman, I had a beautiful kitten. He was cream, with long fluffy hair. He was playful and sweet, and I was terrified when I came home one day to find his head caught under my bedroom door. He scream and screeched, I screamed and screeched. He pulled backwards, pushed forwards, eventually, tearfully, I got him out with about a bottle of oil. Who knows how long he was there. But, he seemed fine, and was playing in no time at all. He'd always gone under my door, but like my shark friend, he'd expanded.
The next day when I came home, my dog didn't greet me at the door. My heart sunk. There was only one other occasion in which my dog didn't come to the door; when my roommate's kitten died. I looked for my dog... sure enough. My kitten had passed, and he was laying with him(my dog dearly loved kittens). He must have gotten some injury that wasn't apparent...
Sometimes being stuck can do that. Sometimes the death is physical(like a person who drinks themselves to death), sometimes it is figurative(the person who lets life pass them by), but remaining stuck or trying to go down paths in which we no longer fit can do us serious harm.
But it can be hard. My puppy has been known for getting stuck in the banister; she's just recently begun to realize she doesn't fit between the bars anymore. Sometimes that realization is hard to make: I don't belong here, and if I try to make myself, I'm going to get hurt." But, in the end, there's better ways to spend one's time other than getting jammed in between a couple of planks.
Has there been a time you've felt stuck, or you've had to try to 'unstick' someone else?
He'd always swam in and out of the windows, but apparently he's expanded. My husband shoved him back through with a little work, but he's got some injuries.
It reminded me of the predicaments I see many people go through. No, I don't know too many people who get stuck in their windows, but I see a lot of people get stuck. Some have a fear of aging, and they try to continue doing what they did decades ago, and it doesn't serve them well. Others get stuck in jobs that don't serve them, or with habits that drag them down.
When I was a younger woman, I had a beautiful kitten. He was cream, with long fluffy hair. He was playful and sweet, and I was terrified when I came home one day to find his head caught under my bedroom door. He scream and screeched, I screamed and screeched. He pulled backwards, pushed forwards, eventually, tearfully, I got him out with about a bottle of oil. Who knows how long he was there. But, he seemed fine, and was playing in no time at all. He'd always gone under my door, but like my shark friend, he'd expanded.
The next day when I came home, my dog didn't greet me at the door. My heart sunk. There was only one other occasion in which my dog didn't come to the door; when my roommate's kitten died. I looked for my dog... sure enough. My kitten had passed, and he was laying with him(my dog dearly loved kittens). He must have gotten some injury that wasn't apparent...
Sometimes being stuck can do that. Sometimes the death is physical(like a person who drinks themselves to death), sometimes it is figurative(the person who lets life pass them by), but remaining stuck or trying to go down paths in which we no longer fit can do us serious harm.
But it can be hard. My puppy has been known for getting stuck in the banister; she's just recently begun to realize she doesn't fit between the bars anymore. Sometimes that realization is hard to make: I don't belong here, and if I try to make myself, I'm going to get hurt." But, in the end, there's better ways to spend one's time other than getting jammed in between a couple of planks.
Has there been a time you've felt stuck, or you've had to try to 'unstick' someone else?