Construction on the Road of Life

The main road in the small town that I live in has been under construction since the beginning of the summer.

(Yes there is only ONE main road)

Recently huge construction project has started outside of my office building that will be going on for years.

  Then the other day a construction project started on the interstate that I travel to and from my office that now is making it one lane traffic in both directions and includes a sign that warns of one hour delays on Fridays. (Tomorrow is Friday)

Oh and I can’t forget to mention the road construction that’s taking place outside a place that I consult at that makes getting there an adventure and has at various points required four wheel drive (which I don’t have) and hip waders (which I don’t have either).

Then, the other day when it was time to take my daughter to her second grade orientation, I find that the road right outside of the elementary school is tore up and I couldn’t figure out how to get through to the parking lot.

For  the past couple of years my life has been in it’s own state of construction.

A death, a birth, a move, a divorce, a promotion.

Yes, I hit all of those major life changes in the course of months. One detour after another. Here I am a year into a new home and a few months into the divorce and things have started to feel normal. A comfie sort of normal, the sort of comfie that you can roll around in.

All around me there are these visual signs of construction. Reminders that roads, like life, are just a work in progress.