
I spent the morning outside, cleaning my bird's cage and re-potting some of my plants. I had an old and (what I thought to be) empty flower pot that was upside-down by my back porch. I picked it up from the bottom (its bottom) with both hands, and out poured a huge ant bed. The pot is at least eighteen inches tall, and it was completely filled with ants. "Ooh! Hello, ants. You're about to see the Great Flood of '07." I got the water hose, demolished their little colony, and went back to work.
About an hour later, while gathering my things from the porch to go back inside, I looked down and saw the ants had already started to rebuild. "Dang, ants." I sat down on the steps for a minute, amazed at the amount of work they had already accomplished. I watched them busy at work and thought how quickly they had regrouped. It was about to rain, which under the circumstances (or even without the circumstances), would have been plenty of reason for me to delay rebuilding until tomorrow (at least). Yet, they were hard at work, each handling his own job without delay or hesitation. There were no ants sitting on the sidelines whining about the pending rain or about the fact that their magnificent former home was in ruins. They weren't all standing around debating where or when to rebuild. They were just doing what needed to be done.
I wished I had their resolve and thought for a second how far I'd be if I did. "Hmm," I laughed.
I'm back inside now, but I'm still thinking about those dang ants. If I only tackled my own challenges that way, I'd get this thing off the ground so fast, I think my own head would spin. Imagine if, when confronted with our own "little disasters" or even just every day, we'd just get up and do what needed to be done.
Hmm.
Good, positive post Amber. If only we had the resolve of those tough, little creatures, how productive our lives would be!