For the past couple of weeks, the gas company has been working in our neighborhood laying new pipe and moving meters. Of course, this has caused all kinds of havoc on the street. Besides the obvious day I had to take off work work from home, there’s the headache of maneuvering the heavy equipment and the damage to finely manicured lawns of the neighborhood.
So, you might be guessing that my positive spin on this would be that I can grab a lawn chair and a wine cooler, set up camp in the front yard and get all inspired for my rough-and-tumble heroes in Ultimate Catch. That is a positive, and if I said I didn’t enjoy some manual-labor eye-candy, I’d be blatantly lying.
But it was a completely different revaluation I had this morning as I was cursing out loud as I had to weave around the backhoe blocking the road.
Life is a construction zone. (And we should be issued hard-hats at birth.)
On a daily basis we have to maneuver bumpy roads and zig-zag to avoid pot holes. Sometimes our attempts to dodge the obstacles fail, and we have to shut-down for repairs.
On the flip side, as we progress through each construction phase, there are improvements with the overall project. We get closer and closer to that bright, shiny finished project.
More time than not, the end result is worth the little bit of dust we have to endure along the way.