In the corner of my room lives a ladybug family. And oftentimes in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, my first opportunity to exhale all week, I lie on my bed and watch them play. At least, I like to believe that they are playing. This small band of orange creatures, black polka dots akimbo, dancing around one another in the wispy sunlight that casts itself across the western facing wall of my house.
Honestly, I’m surprised they are alive. It is Minnesota after all, in the dead of winter, globally warmed to a mere 29 degrees, none of them seem the least bit affected. They mamba and fox-trot and waltz around one another; reveling in the warmth, reflecting the light, shimmering from their little insides out. I love to watch them, mesmerized by their magnificent indifference to anything else but this exact moment, I realize, suddenly, that it is no magic accident that they have been revealed to me.
All week I have been stuck in the future, wondering obsessively how every single challenge encountered, natural occurrences in the growth and development of a business, are going to impede 2017, 2018, even rather audaciously 2019. And as my mind has flitted from anxiety to anxiety, mulling over every possible inconvenience, forecasting egregious outcomes, riding the hamster wheel of my citta vritti, the ladybugs have continued their courtship, in perfect fun, brave, embracing the light.
I let my pinky finger intrude on the party, and one lone, tiny, unafraid bug tickles upward and wraps itself around my wrist; beginning a new journey, fearless, embracing her future, emboldened by her own serendipity. She is free….