lady, bugged.

on monday, i was walking back to the office from an appointment with my therapist. i'd spent the past hour discussing work, and my stress levels, and my dissatisfaction with it all. i was feeling a bit worked up and generally annoyed, and was making my way along the sidewalk, lost in my own grumbly thoughts.

at one point, i looked up and, for the briefest of moments, saw something orange flying straight for my face. it hit my forehead and, in a mild panic, i thought it might have been a wasp.

i looked down and there, sitting on my lapel like a cheerful little pin, was a ladybug.

i stopped walking. "this has to be some kind of good luck, or a sign," i thought.

i moved my finger over to my tiny new friend and it climbed aboard.

then just... sat there on my knuckle. i didn't want to fling him into the air so, as i waited to cross the street, i looked for somewhere appropriate for him to perch. (though, for a minute, i did consider letting him ride my finger all the way to my desk.)

he stayed put on my extended finger, as though he were my pet and we were out for a stroll. when i crossed the street, i found some shrubs and tried to get him to climb off onto a leaf. at first, he resisted, climbing farther onto my hand instead of anywhere near the shrub. so, i had to redirect him, nudge him off and, a few moments later, bid him adieu as he settled in to his leafy new respite spot.

as i walked back to work, i said a quiet "thank you" to the universe for snapping me out of my own head in a such an adorable way. in a split second, i'd gone from "arrrrgh, arrrrgh, arrrrgh" to "awww! look at you! hi, little guy!", and so needed it.