Comfort

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.