Today I woke up to the neighbors doing some construction on the only wall that separates me from them. To the offbeat rhythm of hammers pounding, I made some coffee, ate my cornflakes, and took a shower. Knowing how typical it is for the pounding to go the entire day, I dug my iPod out of my backpack and settled myself back in the bedroom for a day of catching up on work.
It’s a crazy thought to me that, in the midst of great changes, the world continues to maintain its expectations. The day continues to turn into night, and the night will always give way to day. My kids have hurt this week. They’ve come to me seeking someone to listen. And while I can’t offer them much more than that, I can give them my presence.
Today, though, it’s nice to not be expected anywhere. It’s nice to know that I can wear my favorite sweatshirt and Vans and not be worried about being out of dress code. And at least the workers on the other side of the wall are pounding to the rhythm of the music.
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