During my morning shower, I had a tiny friend visit me.  I haven’t seen her kind since last summer, but she still was as polite and amiable as ever!  She crawled all over my shower, the only caveat of the visit being that she had a penchant to crawl into the inner depths of the tub, and plunge into the water.  I’m no expert, but I don’t think that ladybugs can swim… and she seemed to corroborate that assumption.  Each time she fell in, it was my obligation to save her, for what a terrible way to start a day by having a tiny bug die in the shower!  After a while, I started to feel entrapped.  Was I doomed to rescue this little ladybug from her own desire to swim for the remainder of my life?  I hadn’t even shampooed!  The little bug was swift; swift to crawl, swift to swim, swift to sink.  Eventually, I decided to shampoo since my fingers were beginning to resembled prunes.  I took my eyes off the ladybug for all of a Kendrick VERSE and this little bug was flailing in the water!  This time, however, I had major trouble trying to bring the bug back to safety.  The waters were violently swishing and swashing, carrying the ladybug over and under every crest.  It was a real tragedy for the morning.

Anyways, as I was stepping out of the shower, a thought surfaced: What if I was like the ladybug?  Always perpetuating my own downfall, but I have the support of my family and friends every time I fall.  But what happens when they aren’t there one time?  Just as I closed my eyes to shampoo and jam out to some Kendrick, what if my family and friends have their eyes and ears closed when I’m drowning?

This morning’s event reminds me of the Boy Who Cried Wolf.  After awhile, the entire town gave up on the boy, and when the boy really needed the townspeople, they didn’t bother to come out and help.  The ladybug embodies the soul of the Boy (although, I reckon the ladybug is a female).  After numerous times of bailing her out of death, I eventually focused on myself for a short time… but a second is all it takes for life to vanquish.  Now, I don’t think that I will DIE if my family and friends didn’t focus solely on me (haha, I’d be dead already), that isn’t the point of the thought, and is not the theme of this random dialogue.

The point being is to reflect on what is your bathtub water, and if it indirectly hinders family and friends, think long and hard about whether or not it is worth continuing.  In the end, we will do what we are going to do, however, a little mindfulness goes a long way to maintaining good relations (and not dying when others are jamming to some new new Kendrick).