Are we comfortable? Are we challenged? Do we tell ourselves that we face challenges in our every day lives, full well knowing that they don't scare us?
Last night a spider the size of a tennis ball stood between me and my bed. Where did he come from.
Why.
I'm already in Haiti.
It's scary enough, I tell you!
I didn't need this.
A plan was hatched. A bucket and a mop were engaged.
It was a failed mission.
He ran off towards my bed, in between my suitcases where I assume he lays, lurking under some unworn garment.
I can feel myself cringing and telling myself he left.
He may not have.
But I cannot live in fear.
I have to face this challenge.
He forces me to.
And all I can think, is,
Elizabeth, you asshole, why did you leave so many clothes on the floor.
This is Haiti.
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