“Some days, you’re the windshield, some days, you’re the bug,” someone once said.
I could argue with that, a little… what if I don’t want to be the windshield OR the bug, but simply a serene person in alignment and communion with the world?
But I remember how I laughed out loud when I first heard that phrase, from a lovely man more than 20 years my senior who I had the good fortune to have on my team back in the 90s when I was a young manager.
I laughed when he said it, in response to something that had happened at work, because I recognized the truth of it. There have been many days when I was the windshield, and regretted it, and others when I was the bug, and wished it wasn’t so.
I had a Bug Day this week, mostly fueled by fatigue, and probably some stress over the COVID resurgence (although I’m healthy, as are my family members – I wish the same for you and yours).
But I don’t feel comfortable in Bug Mode… I don’t like to feel down or sorry for myself, or depressed. (Who does?)
15 minutes outside communing with nature in the backyard at Glover Gardens turned me around.
It didn’t hurt that there was one perfect rose, blooming in spite of being scraggly from the after-effects of the Big Texas Freeze of 2021. And that the sun seemed to be a spotlight for that beautiful bloom as I was looking at it.
That perfect rose told me that I should take a deep breath, relax, and believe.
So I did.
Here’s a haiku for it.
thank you perfect rose your crimson velvet petals restored my repose
Wishing you health, roses and days when you’re neither the windshield nor the bug…
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