Caught in the Web

I just saw a spider. I am not too creeped out by bugs in general, aside for the horrifically ugly cockroach - but that is an entirely different story altogether. I found the spider on the way to the communal women's washroom here at work. It was on the outside a huge window, and completely safe for me to stand and watch it weave a web for a good 4 minutes. In the corporate world, you can change everything in 4 minutes. I spent it enthralled with this spider. Sorry Ted - I sure wasted your time on that one. I may be better for it though.

First of all, this spider is spinning it's web outside of a 13th floor window. (Oh - just for your information, in my building there is no 14th floor. But there is a 13th floor. How about that for superstitious people. It works directly to mess with your mind.)
So Charlotte (as we will call the spider) - is in her window... On the 13th floor ... And attempting to build her life around herself.

She is pretty big for a north American urban spider. Her body seemed to stretch two inches with her legs span. Pretty big for a spider, but not a fat spider.

I watched our heroine as she spun a bit of her web. It was interesting - as the whole time, the wind is attempting to whisk her away to her premature death. All the same, Charlotte is still working towards making her life stronger. Slower in the tough times, quicker when the wind dies down.

It just made me wonder about spiders and stress. Charlotte showed no signs of stress, even though she was so dangerously close to death for easily 50% of the time I stood there watching.

Just made me think about all the little stresses I go through and how really, in comparison, how they are nothing. Not life or death. Yet I have internalized so much stress.

I think I will learn from Charlotte. I think I can do better at just focusing on what is important. Not stress the small things.
You know... Like blowing away in the wind while trying to spin my web of life.