There's This ONE FLY!



As I sit down to write this morning there's this ONE housefly that won't stop bugging me.

And I mean bugging.

Like, I'm seriously beginning to get angry at this fly.

Now, I'm a person that has some experience with flies.

To be brutally honest, most campsites in the game of Survivor have a bazillion flies and bugs.

For reals.

And the longer you are on the island--aka, "in the game"--the more you SEE how the lack of proper sanitation takes a toll on the environment. (If you get my drift. Ha! That's funny.)

Anyway, my point! 

Because Survivor players don't have access to running water, soap, trashcans, towels, a toliet ... there are a lot of flies, ants, and other critters that become pretty constant companions to the players.

So, my point!

I've been around a TON of insects, so I really should be able to handle ONE flippin' housefly.

So, this has me thinking--since I love metaphors ...

Maybe flies are a metaphor for ... I don't know, "things that bug us."

Like, here's this tiny, small, really insignificant thing. It doesn't really impact my overall well-being or basic needs.

And yet, it's LITERALLY DRIVING ME BANANAS!

Like, I could lose my crap over this nutty housefly right now. It will not stop landing on me, tickling me, touching my face, etc.

And so, I'm wondering: How often are my life "stresses" really just tiny houseflies that have somehow landed in a place that takes me to the moon?

Maybe, just maybe, a lot of the times when I feel like "I can't take anymore," it's really just this ONE "housefly" that knows which buttons to push?

And maybe, if I channel my inner Karate Kid, I can learn to LIVE WITH THE HOUSEFLY and not be DRIVEN CRAZY BY THE HOUSEFLY.

Maybe.

Right? (I mean, metaphorically speaking.)

I don't have to let the small, insignificant "things" drive me bonkers.

I just have to learn to control my reactions to them.

And if that doesn't work:

--I am bigger than this dang fly. 

--I think I'm smarter than this dang fly. (But National Geographic may have evidence to the contrary. I don't know?)

--And, dangit, I can always LEAVE the area or get rid of the dang housefly in order to restore my sanity. (Dun dun dun dun.)

Now, I'm glad we worked through that. I feel better!

And strangely enough, I can't locate the dang housefly now.

That. Is. Hilarious.

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PS: In other news, we are loving Fall here in Utah. School is good and we are excited for Halloween!
 
Trying on masks at the grocery store.
(Which I now realize is something lots of people do. So when I buy a mask, it's probably been tried on a lot? Eeek!)


Making a Halloween care package for Elder Meehan.
(PS: Pinterest made me do it. I have never in my life decorated the INSIDE of a shipping box.)

 
And finally, Bam is convinced she can curl her cat's hair.
See how happy this news makes Whitney-the-Cat?
(I am seriously dying over this photo. What in the what?
Who puts curlers in their feline's fur? Bam, that's who.)

 

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