I live in a neighborhood which has only one entrance and exit. Right now there is road construction involving that route. Therefore, I not only have to deal with the construction every time I leave home, but the paths through the construction are constantly changing. I never know what the path is going to be. And after I get through the construction, there is additional major construction on all three of the possible routes to visit my mother. By the time I get to her house I’m ready to pull my hair out.
In talking to people who work on the road, the reasons for construction are twofold – to repair abuse to the roads due to weather, traffic, and aging and to improve the road. I can understand the need for construction, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept when I’m trying to weave my way through.
I’ve discovered I’m not unlike those roads. I need some repair and improvement due to the process of aging and not taking as good of care of myself as I should. With the help of a team of professionals, I’m working on that personal construction. Just like the road construction, I am not liking the process. I get through one batch of construction and am quickly faced with another.
I think it would be easier with both constructions in my life if they would remain constant. Just as I learn the route through the work being done, it changes and I have to learn a new route. Just when I start to make the turn on the route I have learned, barriers and a new route appears. Although I know the road workers and the doctors are trying to make things as clear as possible, some of the markers don’t make sense to me and I struggle to find my way. Some of the signage and markers are too small or too ambiguous for me to understand.
If the markers and ever changing routes aren’t enough, there are the flaggers. I’ve got it all together and think I know exactly where I need to go to get through the construction. Out steps someone with a sign that says “Stop, wait here while something else happens.” I don’t want to stop. I want to get out of this mess. I want answers, not waiting. But I can’t do anything about it. I have to wait. I don’t mean to dislike those people with the stop signs, but I want them to get out of the way.
Construction is a hassle and a battle, but there is the promise when it is done things will be better. I look forward to the day when the road projects and my personal reconstruction are complete. I find great joy in the completion and the peace that comes with it.
However, in the back of my mind is the thought, as soon as this one is finished a new project will begin. Life would be so boring without the new projects.