Stings like a bee: ZZzzzt happens
There I was, walking in the woods, not bothering anyone, when—ZZzzzt—out of nowhere a large insect dive-bombed into my neck and stung. It was a large insect, so the impact alone stunned me. Then the sharp sting. It happened so fast and hurt so much, I didn’t see what kind of insect it was. It struck and then buzzed off, literally.
I gasped at the sharp, pain. Ow!
I stopped. I’ve never been allergic to insect stings, but you never know when that might start, and the sting was on my neck where swelling would be dangerous. I was alone and far enough away from home that a serious allergic reaction would have meant big trouble.
I waited to see if there would be swelling, and there wasn’t, so I carried on. No biggie, right?
But the unexpected attack set me to pondering the fragility of our daily lives, and how sudden, unforeseen events sometimes turn best-laid plans upside down. There we are, walking along, not bothering anyone, when—ZZzzzt—catastrophe dive-bombs in. Impact. Sting.
When those things happen, I re-evaluate what is important. Have I showed my kids that I love them today? What was the last thing I said to my husband when he left in the morning? What will I do today to make the world a better place?
I didn’t know what happened to that large insect to make it so angry before it performed its airstrike on me. Perhaps a dog-walker disturbed it? Maybe nothing happened to it, and I simply had the misfortune to encounter the Oscar the Grouch of the insect world.
I did know that asking “Why me?” would be a waste time. Why not me?
The only thing to do when ZZzzzt happens is to stop, wait, re-evaluate and carry on with new mindfulness of what is really important.
Posted on July 21, 2015, in Arlene Smith, Arlene Somerton Smith, How do you define success?, Inspiration, life, Living life to the fullest, spirituality and tagged bumblebee, mindfulness. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.