In a Prickly Situation

A dew-covered spider's web strung between barbed wire at Sandbeck, Pipers River, Tasmania, on an autumn morning.

In a prickly situation, exposed to the elements. I guess we have all felt like that.

I was walking the dogs at Sandbeck on an ordinary autumn morning when I stopped in my tracks. There, strung between the barbed wire of a fence line, was a spider's web jewelled with dew. Every thread catching the early light. Every imperfect strand doing exactly the job it was built to do.

Nobody told the spider the barbed wire wasn't the right place to build.

It built anyway.

On perfection and beginning

There is something most of us share, regardless of where we live, what we do, or how we were raised. A quiet internal negotiation that happens before we begin things.

When I am ready. When the timing is better. When I have sorted myself out enough. When the circumstances are more forgiving.

We wait. And while we wait, the wire stays empty.

What strikes me about that spider's web is not its beauty — though it is genuinely beautiful. What strikes me is the complete absence of hesitation. No assessment of whether the conditions were ideal. No comparison with better webs built in better locations by more qualified spiders.

Just the work. Strand by strand. In the dark. With what was available.

What this looks like in real life

In clinical work we talk often about the gap between where someone is and where they believe they need to be before they can begin. Before they can ask for help. Before they can make the change. Before they can say the thing that needs saying.

That gap is rarely as wide as it feels.

And the waiting, while understandable, has a cost. Not a moral one. Not a failing. Just the quiet accumulation of unlived moments stacking up behind the door we haven't yet opened.

The web on the barbed wire is not symmetrical. It has gaps. One good gust and it will need rebuilding. It was also, on that particular morning, one of the most extraordinary things I had seen all week.

Functional. Imperfect. Built anyway. Still beautiful.

I think about the people I sit with who are waiting until they are ready. Who are certain that their particular wire is the wrong one. Who cannot yet see that what they have built already, under difficult conditions, with whatever was to hand, is more extraordinary than they know.

You do not need better wire.

You just need to begin.

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