Stick in the mud

A stick in the mud is someone who is stubborn and doesn’t want to change… someone who has little imagination and maybe not much enthusiasm either. The thesaurus gives me fogy,fossil and fuddy-duddy, someone who is old-fashioned person and doesn’t want to change or change their mind. This term brings a picture of someone up to their knees in stuff, and maybe not even struggling to get out, it’s wonderfully vivid… and as we live near a very muddy estuary we see plenty of people who are literally stuck in the mud. They have to be rescued by the coast guards… it is amusing, but it can be serious, a few years ago a child died, stuck in the mud as the tide came in. Apparently the term has been around since the 1700’s.

I don’t think I’m the least bit a stick in the mud, but I do feel as if I’m mentally stuck in something at the moment; I just don’t seem to have any momentum to do anything. Maybe it’s the dull wet grey weather, maybe it’s just February, maybe I’ve run out of steam after my push to write and finish and publish my book Radwinter.

Whatever the reason, I’m getting a bit fed up with myself… I need to spring into action – any sort of action! I need to gear myself up, I need to put a spring into my mental step I need to start something new!

 

4 Comments

  1. david lewis

    We all get in a rut in Canada this time of the year because the winter drags on so long. March is the cruelest month though as we all seem to equate March with spring, though we should all know better.The days are lasting longer if thats any solace. I had a friend that came from British Guyana and every Christmas he had to admit his wife into a psychiatric ward as she sank into deep depression. She was diagnosed with SAD or seasonal acquired depression. The cure or help now is to sit in front of a special light box every day for about an hour and it works. Another friend of mine was a prospector. He hired some Indians to help him up North and one day one sank into depression so bad that he wouldn’t leave his sleeping bag and just stared at the tent roof with unblinking eyes. By the end of the week all the others went the same way and no work got done. Luckily he got help or they all would have died. So even our natives get the blues. Exercise and then beer does the trick for me and of couse reading your blog. Go Lois!

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    1. Lois

      Gosh, what dramatic stories! It is so hard for people who sink into this sort of depression… I’m glad the light box helped your friend’s wife. I wonder how people managed in the olden days in the northern areas when there would be weeks and weeks of darkness? I don’t think I would like it!

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