What's Your Wedg-ie

Some of you have heard the parable of the boy who leaves a splitting wedge in the nape of a young tree on his way in the house when called to dinner. Days go by, then months turn to years, all the while he intends to return the wedge to the shed. In his adulthood, a violent evening storm strikes his home, and in the morning he awakes to find his beloved tree split - exposing the long-forgotten wedge, precisely in it's hurried resting place. Frustrated he gathers the remnants of the tree that once provided shade to his home and lofty heights to his children.

In our haste, fast-paced as our lives have become, have we placed an errant mental, physical or spiritual wedge in places that may cause us future grief or frustration? What potential consequences may distract or overwhelm us in the midst of a seemingly focused life? Wedges or wedgies...it matters little. Fact is, if we have them, we're stuck. Something's between us and where we want to be.

Here are 8.5 potential wedgies that we may face;

Guilt - our ability to hang on to disappointment or a failure to resolve lingering issues.
Fear - of what is, or what isn't.
Doubt - the absence of faith.
Anger - the presence of things for which we care deeply and could address.
Regret - what was.
Resources - time, money, good people - or the lack thereof.
Addiction - in it's many forms.
Sorrow - deeper than regret.

8.5. Success - or how we've chosen to define success.

The list of wedgies - or things that are making us stuck - could be significantly longer. I've covered some of the deeper and sharper challenges that get in our way.

Slow down. Take the time to put things in their proper place, in proper perspective. Surround yourself with good people, ask for help - if you've a still small voice urging you to deal with that distant, nagging wedge - take care of it.

Storms will come, perhaps they are already here. It's never too late to remove that wedge, pull out the wedgie and get started on your true potential.

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