Detours

The roads I take to get to work have been under construction since May. For months, I've been taking various alternate routes through rural roads lined with cows and scenic countryside. Or I've gritted my teeth and sat through the traffic delays to go right through the construction zone. 

Either way, it's added time to my commute, forcing me to leave earlier and get home later. Most days I think of it as an inconvenience, but more recently I found a route I really like. It takes me by some beautiful homes and the leaves are beginning to change, making the tree lined roads even more pretty.

The delays I've had getting to my office are not too different from those we've experience personally in the last six months. Just as a lot of our peers, we had a time table as to when certain things were supposed to happen in life-- when the next baby should be born, what we'd do after my husband finished seminary, etc. 

As much as we try to plan, things don't always turn out that way. I wanted my first two children to be born within two years of each other, but now it appears they'll be more like two and a half years apart. It doesn't seem like a big difference, but getting to this point has not been an easy road.

I've been commuting to Bridgewater for seven years and recently discovered roads that take me across town that I never knew were there. Detours have forced allowed me to discover new things, to notice the picturesque things I've been passing by on parallel roads for years. Additionally, by taking different routes, I've had more time to listen to audiobooks and enjoy rural New England.  

When was the last time you noticed something new in the seemingly mundane things of life?