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September 20, 2012

Ruger: The fly

(Continued)

RUSHVILLE —

                I turn into the parking lot of my destination and determine to photograph this strange beast. Clearly, this is worth remembering. But the minute I put my car in park, he (or she) vacates the ride for more familiar airspace.

                The remainder of the day, and in multiple days since, I contemplated countless aspects of this seemingly silly episode. Here is the beginning of my discovery.

                Numerous times in my life I’ve left like nothing more than a fly on a windshield. I have intentionally (or unintentionally) landed somewhere and discovered my surroundings were unfriendly at best and hostile at the worst. Possibly due to my stubborn nature, I remained there in an effort to prove a point. On the other hand, it may also have been a situation of simply being to stinking scared to just let go. (Of which I would not admit.)

                There I am, with all of this beautiful, wide open space before me and I’m motionless. Stuck! Many times I see this fine line between digging in, being firm in the foundation that’s been established, and proclaiming victory at all costs, and trusting enough to let go and stop trying to control everything. UUUUGGGGHHHH!

                I’m fairly certain I’ll continue to evaluate, analyze, pick apart, and journal about this brief encounter. There’s no sense in wasting a perfectly humorous story. Maybe I’ll share those thoughts, too. Until that time, look for those teachable moments that often pass us by. Yes, even from a fly.

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