She just fell asleep on me while watching “A Bug’s Life”. In the movie, a group of gang-banging grasshoppers force a colony of ants to fork over their harvest each year, and this year they decide to be especially mean, doubling their order. So, the colony’s mad scientist, Flik, who is usually making a mess of things, comes up with a way to save the day. He volunteers himself to go on a trek to find a troupe of bigger bugs to hopefully help the ant colony fend off their foes - but the bugs he finds are circus bugs, not fighters. They think he’s hiring them to come put on a show, and neither party know the real truth until much later, when it’s just about “go time” with the grasshoppers. Flik, the colony inventor, still manages to come up with an ingenious plan using his skills and smarts, and of course, it all works out in the end.
And isn’t that just what life seems to be about - problem-solving? We’re hungry, we have to eat. We’re tired, we have to sleep. We’re cold, fix that. Dirty, fix that. Bored, fix that. Broke, fix that. Lonely, horny, sad, angry...accept, change, or suffer. Over and over, day in, day out, ad infinitum.
Until last year, one of my “problems” had always been an oppressive, angry alcoholic who wanted more from me than I could give. It’s no wonder I still keep trying to be “rescued”. A 28-year pattern isn’t going to change overnight, so I’m gonna cut myself some slack on this one.
I am no longer living with an oppressor, so that problem’s finally been solved. No more grasshoppers - check. But my colony of three is a small one, and I’m the only one sowing and reaping, here. So, it’s time to get creative and come up with a new harvest plan - and fast.
Winter is coming.
Meanwhile, I’m grateful for what I’ve got - and for what I’ve not.
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