PROCESS, PROGRESS, SPIDERS & DAVID ATTENBOROUGH:
I'm reminded today that sometimes the process takes over and people lose sight of their progress.
*I was washing grapes in the kitchen sink when that came about.
Rinse, rinse, rinse, I was washing all the grime and bits off when a HUGE black spider came up out of the bunch I was holding and said 'MAMMA MIA!!' just a split second before my mouth went into an O shape and my eyebrows went into my hairline and I said 'FARK!'
Anyway, sometimes, diving in and having a good scrub in the name of moving forward, get the grape, the trophy, whatever -- or taking action steps to move forward means that a biggie comes up out of the closet.
Would you prefer that spider stayed in? Hell no.
It has to come up. So figure out what it's teaching you.
The spider is part of the process. That it came up at all means you are making progress.
If you didn't make the effort to wash the grapes it would still be hanging out there. Secretly making its webs in your meal.
It's a bit of a challenge from the Universe to make sure you really want what you want.
Do you still want those grapes?
Instead of grabbing the spider and holding it for days and screaming about being stuck in the process, remember the spiders greatest wish is to evacuate the area a screaming human is inhabiting. Carry it gently to a suitable location.
Love that spider. The fact that it showed up means it's leaving.
You're ok. In fact - you're better off than you thought you were. You are now spider free. That's progress. (And the spider is listening to the sweet music of the garden.)
The word 'cess' is sometimes used in front of the word 'pit' to describe a sh*t hole. A process can literally feel like this for a moment now and then. You don't want to stay in it though, so someone has to stop the screaming and STEP through it. There is a door, and 'gress' means to step.
The spider is the proCESS.
Evacuate the spider.
Appreciate the proGRESS.
Have a grape.
Most importantly, forgive yourself for not knowing the spider was there. Who are you, David Attenborough? No? Right, so be kind. Sit still and say a silent (or a rowdy) thanks for the progress you have made so far.
And next time a spider comes up, rinse and repeat, thank the spider, love yourself, see the progress, have a grape.
ps. Need help with the process? That's my department.
pps. Dear David Attenborough, if you are reading this, thank you for being a living demonstration of love in action, you amazing human.
ppps. No spiders were harmed in the writing of this post. One showed up physically, was relocated and then used allegorically, I haven't yet had a chat with his/her agent about fees. (I'm not certain we speak the same language either.)