Along came a spider.

Yesterday during a meeting, I glanced out the window and noticed a spider. Keep in mind that I work in a skyscraper, the 50th floor, and there was a spider boldly spinning a web OUTSIDE the window.

How does a spider get that high? The windows are all sealed shut, so it isn’t like he was living on 49 and decided to build a balcony on 50. The spider was either born on the ground and has climbed to the 50th to make its home. Maybe it was born far away and blew in on a spider parachute, like they do in Charlotte’s Web. Maybe it has always lived up in the 50. Maybe it has always lived in the window and was just rebuilding–as I imagine you have to when you spin a web on the outside of a skyscraper.

Maybe, just maybe, it was there to teach me a lesson or two about risk taking. Spiders mean something in some symbol language–dreams, mystics, eastern, western. I know that during times of transition, spiders are around an awful lot for me. This is the second bold spider of the week. Another was spinning a web in the open window of Ashqi’s car. Her moving car. It was spinning a web between the side-mirror and the window frame, while we were driving over 30 miles per hour.

What’s the lesson?

Lately I feel like I’ve been doing a lot to get settled for Adult Life. Condo? Check. Full time job? Check. Benefits. Check. Religion? Check. Friends? Check, check, check. Family? Check.

Romance? Um, nope. Oh wait, is it hiding behind my new/old sofa? No, romance isn’t behind the sofa. It is waiting for me on Craiglist? No, I’m not holding out that Craig is going to find me a husband. Is it in your speed dial already? Possibly. Are you going to do anything about it? Maybe.

What will you risk to be in love?