Stuck in goo.
Goo is relative. In a good place you might like the goo and be happy about being stuck in it. It could be sweet and scented like your favorite memory, it could be warm and comforting.
It is not that kind of goo.
This is the goo that when you step in it you curse the critter that left it in your path and the responsible human that should not have left it behind. This is the kind of goo that has a foul odor that gets in the crevices of your sensibilities and rocks your thought process – interrupting it like the sound a small mouse makes late at night in your rafters.
You knock on the walls, softly, so as not to disturb the slumber of the others – and for a moment it stops and you have peace.. for a moment is all.
I have begun to focus on what the lesson is – besides to watch where you are stepping for certainly there must be a grander design in all this, Karma can’t possibly be bothered with the trivial pursuit of poor organizational skills.
So for that reason I keep searching because all this goo would be worth it… if for a good lesson.