Elevator rides and Swiss cheese

Do you ever feel like life is an elevator ride?  Some days you have your feet on the ground and other days your head is in the clouds.  Or maybe it’s just me and my head is usually in the clouds and my feet are struggling to stay on the ground. 

This year I decided would be the year of the great caterpillar to butterfly transformation.  So far I find myself often overwhelmed and going from one task to the next.  Is that normal during the chrysalis phase?  I have no idea but I never feel lazy that is for sure.  I did, however, recently find myself feeling like a block of cheese, Swiss cheese to be exact!     I felt I was losing my footing or in this analogy losing my cheese holes (I make myself laugh!).   I was running around trying to pick up my cheese all over the place.  It was rather frightening since I am sensitive to lactose.   Nonetheless I was losing my cheese and wondered where I had lost it.  Was it before the marathon I did?  Was it after?  Was it the fact that I was back in school or the fact that I’m trying to train for three different sports (which I am not that good at any I might add)?   Nah it has to be the kids, everything begins and starts with them, just ask them!  Who knows really, but in the end I did this to myself and I am not complaining because honestly I love it.  I love wondering how I am going to make it through the week with 4 assignments, 2 bike rides, 3 runs, 3 swim sessions, not to mention work, kids, their homework and trying not to eat cheese OR donuts.

I remembered while I carried more things than I should back from the cafeteria that there are always people to help.  Help hold the door, help push the elevator button and help remember that it’s the small things in life that mean so much to people.  So while I try to take over the world OR in reality try to show up to the right place on the right day with my teeth brushed I might add, I’m not alone and I just have to ask for help.  The hard part is remembering!     

(Please note there is no cheese in the metamorphosis process of a butterfly’s development)