I can't tell you how many times the thorns and stickers grabbed ahold of my clothes and I was literally stuck in place dislodging thorn by thorn in order to keep walking. It is a funny picture in my head now, as I recall the episodes, one right after the other. I was rendered motionless on the side of the path just to avoid the slippery mud. Seems silly, now when I think about it. The mud washes off, but I ended up bleeding, literally, trying to avoid it.
I think next time I would chose to walk right through the mud with confidence and joy, rather than being locked up on the side of the path. It made me wonder, how many times to I chose that option in life? When life gets messy, do I side-line myself? How can I chose to dig in, go out of my comfort zone, get dirty, and go for it, rather than playing it safe, being tidy, and avoiding the mess?