Road Blocks

Duff here. One day last week, Mom had a different energy about Her. We rolled out (as We always do) for My morning walk. She groomed Me. Told Me what a fabulous Pup I was, But then? She got all Gussied Up. Fancy schmancy. Frou frou and all That. And I knew what That meant: She was going Somewhere. Without Me. When She says she’ll be back soon . . . That means I will be home Alone. Not living unstuck at all.

But I decided to throw a monkey Wrench into the Works. We sashayed out for My Prior-to-Her-leaving walk. Mom was dressed to the nines. And I took Her down to the bottom of a Hill. In those Pretty Shoes. Yes, I did. Rocks. Burrs. Weeds. Stones. She kept asking if this wasn’t the Place. No indeed. I know what You have in mind, Mom. I have My Road Block planned well. All the way down. Then back up. I was living unstuck!

How about You? Do You go along with the Crowd? Or do You sometimes create Barriers? I say: Set up a road Block for Fun, every now and again. It stirs the Waters. And Folks appreciate You that much more. Or not. At least, that’s My take on things. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#road-blocks

For any failure, there’s an alternative course of action. You just have to find it.

When you come to a roadblock, take the detour.

—Mary Kay Ash

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