I’m one of those people who doesn’t like the cold so – despite my best efforts – I complain a lot during the Winter months and vow that I won’t bellyache about the heat when Spring and Summer arrive. I was particularly disgruntled about this past Winter because it seemed colder than it had been in years past. Now, with only a few days into Spring, I’m trying my best not to start up about the sun beating down on my arms and legs as I drive. Or glaring in my eyes while I try to enjoy some time outside.
It’s actually the best time to spend outdoors (as long as your allergy and sinus problems allow) because it’s been breezy and pleasant. What makes it a little less pleasant are the wasps that have decided to come out and play. I know they’re just doing their jobs by carrying pollen from one flower or plant to another, but can they leave me alone. Or, more specifically, my van, which is covered from bumper to bumper in yellow pollen.
I captured this little guy sitting on my windshield while I waited in the carpool line at my kids’ school. He refused to move so I had to peek around him while I drove. When he finally went on his way I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I don’t know why. Bugs are my least favorite things of warm weather, but it’s been on my mind that each being has a purpose and I shouldn’t be fussing about it ‘cause it’s just doing the job it was given.
Instead of worrying about whether it’s too hot or too cold and sitting around complaining about the bugs, I need to start wrapping my brain around my writing goals. If the wasp can do his job then I better get on top of my purpose. I can’t let the wasp do better than me, can I?