"Gluey Boots"

The first time I heard the term “Gluey Boots” was from my son Andy (apparently it’s a Goth dance term). It’s a phrase that seems to accurately describe the feeling of [...]

[...] being emotionally stuck. My parents used to refer to that feeling as “Moving Through Molasses”.

I think I like “Gluey Boots” better.

Lately I literally feel like I’m wearing boots that have glue on the soles that isn’t quite set — like a cartoon character stepping in a big wad of gum. I can kinda move through my life, but every movement feels like it’s in slow motion. All the behaviors that used to seem natural, necessary and effortless — suddenly seem like I’m trying to run underwater.

Motivation seems to be in short supply. Inspiration is fleeting. I even think I might be a little grumpy, but my husband might be a better judge of that.

It’s weird, but I think I will actually miss this time when it’s over — and it will be over -- eventually. I’ll miss not having deadlines, scheduling conference calls and the sense that everything is a desperate rush to some unknown finish line.

But for now, in this present moment, I’m experiencing the feeling of “Gluey Boots”, and I’m practicing appreciation for this time of reassessment.