Poem: “There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk”, by Portia Nelson

In the podcast today, I referred to this poem–and said that I would post it here. This poem / story is the foundation to one of my personal favorite wisdoms of “when we find ourselves in a hole, we work on shifting it and getting out–we don’t make ourselves comfortable!”. In other words, peeps, we don’t pick out drapes and duvet covers. We. Work. On. Getting. Out.

“I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”

― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery