My friends would perhaps describe my football managerial skills as more Bobby Ball than the great Bobby Robson, but as I paced the touchline of my son’s under 9’s match like a semi final at Italia 90 I spotted a leaf. Upon it sat a lady bug. I was compelled to take a picture.
Of course, my phone camera is always out on match day in the event of catching a left foot volley. That would have been lovely to see too, but this morning the lady bug was just the tonic.
I felt a bit low this morning. No particular reason. I know that seasonal adjustment symptoms seem to kick in around this time of year. It could be that. Or it could be a simple matter of it being two episodes away from completing the full 6 series of Better Call Saul. Quite possibly the best TV series I’ve ever seen. What will we watch after that?! Whatever caused my sadness this morning, it was a lady bug that cheered me up.
We tend to dream too big too quickly. We want to see the end goal with a click of the fingers. The problem is we miss the small matters that knit things together. It’s the little things that make the big dreams happen. It’s easy to forget.
And this morning I had forgotten that. Wind swept, cold and damp in a field when I’d had a rotten night’s sleep made me grumpy. Sure, watching my son play football always cheers me up and that adds to one of the little pieces that eventually creates a bigger picture. But for that moment in time it was the lady bug that caught my attention and made me smile.
The universe can be cruel yet deliver us with such beauty too. And that beauty that kept me grounded today was a lady bug. Not even a left foot volley would have beaten it.
Never Give Up PT 