What do you do when you're stuck?

A rock and a hard place. You've heard of it. Some days it feels like I've put my personal residence there. It's never in a life threatening sense as the metaphor suggests, but intellectually, spiritually, or even creatively is where I'm trapped. Being stuck isn't the end of the world. It means the beginning of a new thought process, a new perspective, moving things in a new direction. I find that little extra push from everything around me, especially the people. They are the tender chorus to my mounting underscore. Just having the instruments of my mind is beautiful, but in order to truly appreciate the complexities of the music, you need those oohs and ahhs. That is how I feel right now, on the cusp of this new wave of swelling melodies and complex harmonies. Something's coming...