Oh, look. A spider on the wall of my shower. He doesn’t look scared of me. But maybe he’s petrified. I wonder why he’s still staring, ballsy-like. Makes me think it’s in his nature, survival above all else.
Got me to ponder further, about humans. We probably react the same way – stay stuck in place or be primed for action. Challenges to overcome are just opportunities to tackle life. If we can, that is.
Now, I’m not a fan of the arachnoids, so I think I’ll force a standoff as I already have the showerhead in hand. Water should do the trick nicely, as I slowly begin to aim in its direction. The spider propels towards the tub on its silken thread like a professional.
Not today, Mr. Spider! Not in my shower or anywhere! A wave of water forces him down the drain. Let the showering commence until the soap suds are gone. Oh, look. The spider was tougher than I thought as I watch him climb up out of the drain.
Life’s like that sometimes. Good thought as I head out to start my day. Take no shit, keep going. Thanks, Mr. Spider!
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.*
Every damn day. This life, a daily grind of excruciation.
Always having to adjust mentally, physically and emotionally.
Moving through my day as cautiously as possible.
Pushing through the pain, feeling productive & proud.
I’m beyond the agony when I’m able.
But some days I have no spoons and I go
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave**
*Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot **Source: “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay