I find that people often get stuck in places that are not useful to them. It's one thing to get stuck in a place useful to you and to others but it is another thing to stay somewhere that will likely kill you whether that is a physical place or a state of consciousness or even in a relationship that you know likely will kill you.
So, how does one break out of these "Stuck Places". First of all it is sort of like reincarnating into the same body because often everything in your life changes. This terrifies some people but for me I come from a long line of "Adventurers" so changing has always been less of a problem than it might be for others.
So, moving and changing is a muli-generational thing on both sides of my family.
For example, my mother's mother was from a Scottish Family and born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and when she was around 12 her family home burned down there and they all were economically forced to move back to Scotland to the general area of Glascow where their family was from. However, once the children all became adults they all moved back to the U.S. (I believe all 10 or 12 of them came back mostly to Nebraska where the worked on the main newspaper there in Omaha, Nebraska. Then my Grandfather who was a methodist Minister moved his family to Seattle, Washington where my mother grew up after being born in Omaha, Nebraska. So, she and her two sisters lived in the Seattle Area where my mother married my father in 1946 there.
On my father's side my relatives came from Switzerland around 1720 to 1725 I guess and there were 6 brothers who came by way oF England on a sailing ship then to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania because this was the main place to come for Religious freedom at that time in the world and away from all the many battles and wars between Protestants and Catholics of that time all over Europe in which thousands and thousands of people died.
So, then my father's relatives started out in Philadelphia too and then moved slowly westward. My Grandfather was born in Kansas and his father was a captain in the northern Army of the Civil war out of Kansas but my Grandfather started out as a baseball player, a pitcher. He was born around 1880 I believe and my mother's mother was born in 1888.
So, my father's mother and father I think God together around 1912 I would say or something like that because my oldest uncle was born in 1912 then and they traveled all over the western United States in a Dodge Car with their hunting dogs tied to the running boards because dogs in the west were mostly outdoor dogs for hunting then and not trained to live indoors at that time so they were pretty wild and more expendable than now in some ways. They protected the family from all sorts of critters and people then too.
So, my father's father traveled a lot from Seattle to Oregon to California to Arizona where my father was born in Morenci, Arizona because my grandfather was an Electrical Contractor and built the housing for the Copper mining community there in Morenci, Arizona. They also went to Breckenridge Texas in their Dodge car too with the dogs and the kids and my grandmother who was a rich lady from Texas where she grew up.
Her sister owned a Gold mine in Gila Bend, Arizona but lived in Flagstaff, Arizona with her husband and finally my grandfather bought in 1927 when my dad was 11 a house in Lake Forest Park in the Seattle area and 2 1/2 Acres of fruit trees which were black cherry trees and apple trees with also raspberries and blackberries then too. This is mostly where I spent my first four years on this 2 1/2 acres in a place my father built for us to live there too. from around 1950 to 1952 when we moved to San Diego, California to Vista which is where I started Kindergarten in the fall of 1953 when I was 5 years old.
The point I'm trying to make here is that getting stuck sometimes is a good idea and sometimes not and there is a happy medium somewhere if you can find it.
Like for me, I was born in Seattle, then moved to san Diego, then at 6 moved to Los Angeles where my parents were put in charge of a church in downtown Los Angeles so we lived over 1/2 hour away by car up against the mountains because my father always like the country more than the city. Then at age 8 we moved to Glendale where his sister and her son lived then and I went to Horace Mann Elementary school from 3rd grade through 6th grade there.
The point I'm trying to make is that even though I moved maybe about 50 times in my life before I was 50 I have lived in the same basic area now full time since about 1994 when I divorced the last time because I finally met the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. However, when I was young I wanted more adventure so I wouldn't have wanted to be with as safe a woman as I am with now.
But, by my 40s I realized the life I was living was killing me and I had to change to something better or I was going to die.
The point is if you are an adventurer like I tend to be with most of my family and also my children "The World is our Oyster" which means "What a wonderful world of opportunity this world actually is"
(Especially if you live on the west coast and Hawaii like I mostly have).
So, moving to California just made me more of an adventurer than I was before which sort of comes with the territory if you grow up in Coastal California like I did.
By God's Grace
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