Sometimes your the ant and sometimes you are the shoe...

Yesterday I began my day with an early morning run. It was glorious! I barely beat the sun up so it was light enough to go out and as an added bonus, I got to see the sun rise. I love the way the sun's rays hit my face when I run in the a.m. It's not too hot and the warmth feels like a comfortable kiss on my face.

As I finished, I walked past the fragrant, wild honeysuckle that grows along my friend's fence and noticed early rising little ants catching the proverbial worm. Out of respect for their industry, I tried really hard to dodge them. At times, they nearly covered the sidewalk so I probably looked silly leaping and bounding randomly. I was almost home, had just negotiated a particularly large colony of ants when suddenly, CRUNCH! Apparently, the colony had a secluded suburb and I just squished it.

I made it home and shared my chagrin over ruining an ant colony's day with my husband. Being the brilliant thinker he is, he related it to our own situation. Things are not going great at work and he shared with me that sometimes he feels like a tortured ant with a ginormous shoe hovering over him. He then, shrugged and came to the conclusion that someday, he will be the shoe. At which point we will do our best to remember that those little ants are minding their own business. We may find ourselves dodging their colonies about as gracefully as a charging rhinoceros, but they ought not to have reason to fear our ever lovin' shoe. In fact, I plan to throw them a bunch of crumbs in my wake mixed with a little bit of sparkle and sunshine....just for good measure.