All Things Are Temporary (Yes, Even Cicadas)

I’ve been doing the cicada dance this week. It’s a combo of Elaine-like moves from Seinfeld, a few scared jumps, and a smattering of short yelps. On a walk back to my car down a local, busy street, my dance was on full display as I hopped and yelped across a crosswalk and down the street. A few cars waiting at the light even lowered their windows (at their own peril) and laughingly shouted words of encouragement, “They’re awful!” “There’s one on your purse!” “Run!” Somehow, we all made each others’ day better despite the annoying little (fill in the blank with your favorite expletive)s.  
 
If you are somewhere that is not currently abuzz with cicadas, I’m crazy grateful for you. If you are, I’m wondering if you’re being as dramatic as I am about our unwelcome visitors.  
 
They’re TEMPORARY everyone says. But sometimes TEMPORARY seems like forever. 
 
But you know what? It’s not forever. I have to keep telling myself that. Soon they will be gone, and I’ll have moved on to being dramatic about something else. 
 
I want to remember the word temporary more. When I’m doubtful and struggling or confident and thriving, one thing is certain - everything changes. It’s a great reminder to lean into the good stuff while it’s here, and to keep perspective and faith when you feel swarmed by the sh%*ty side of life (Wow, I’m in a fiesty mood this week - I blame the cicadas!)
 
Soon, I’ll be back to happy dancing instead of cicada dancing. Maybe I’ll even happy dance down a busy street once our every 17 years friends are gone.