September 3; Day Three

Right now, my kitchen is infested with ants. Lots of scurrying little, tiny black ants.  Think Alfred Hitchcock’s classic horror film, “Birds”, but ants instead. Well, maybe not that bad, but it paints a good picture. Some of these ants are in an almost straight line formation marching along as quickly as possible; each following the other, working, working. Never questioning, just doing.

On a different counter, there are a few ants wandering around seemingly aimless. I like to think they are the rebels, the ones going their own way, enjoying life, taking pleasure in the scenery. They have their own agenda. They still work, still get the food; they just don’t follow their society’s norm.

My day starts around 5 a.m. Well, the alarm is set for five, but I usually start waking up around 4ish. I pull on my workout clothes, grab my phone, glasses, water bottle, and then plod downstairs. I refill my water bottle and get on the treadmill. During the thirty minutes I walk, I will read a devotional that I have an app for on my phone, along with the bible app for the corresponding scripture. That takes about 10 minutes. Then I scroll quickly through facebook and instagram. Sometimes, I run for 5-6 minutes. Working my way back into running longer periods, maybe.

When I finish, I grab a cup of coffee and head over to my desk. There I respond to a few emails and other assorted computer tasks. After that, the morning is a blur of feeding animals, preparing a smoothie for breakfast, packing lunch, and getting ready for work. If I’m lucky, my oldest gets up and we chat while we both get ready. I drive to work where the day rushes by in an adrenal push. Most days, I come home, eat and talk with my children, watch a show, feed the animals, shower, and go to bed. The next day, I start all over again. Five days a week.

I feel like one of those marching ants. Staying in line. Doing what I’m supposed to do. Going, going, going. 

I would rather be one of the rebel ants.