charting disruption
what’s in your morning, your day
watching and waiting
For the most part my day starts in three different ways.
It depends on if I am working that day and if working, am I working from home or am I going into the office.
I have two days off, two days working from home and three days in the office.
Regardless of where I am working, at some point in my morning I am sitting in my rocking chair with a cup of coffee.
That is how my day starts.
I am reminded of a kid I knew back at Grand Rapids Junior College.
One term, to get to my first class, I would take a short cut through the cafeteria.
Every morning there was a kid I knew slightly from high school, sitting alone at a table with a Styrofoam cup of coffee in front of him.
He had what might be called, ‘The 2000 Yard Stare,’ looking down at his coffee.
He never looked up and never saw me, but I saw him everyday, sitting there, staring, with a steaming cup of coffee.
I always want to skip class and sit at another table and watch to see what happened as he came out of his stare.
I often thought about sitting down and greeting him with a loud ‘Good Morning,’ just to see what would happen.
But I didn’t.
I respected his routine.
Who wanted to be a disrupter especially at that hour of day?
Today life as we know it, from less than 1 month ago, is in almost complete distruption.
Some folks applaud it.
Some folks fear it and what it MIGHT all mean.
I am watching it.
I hate it and I can’t stop it and I worry about it.
And I wonder, when will it impact me.
Prices of eggs are impacting me right now but more than that, when will this pattern of moron, idiotic, petulant, whiney, willful and destructive disruption impact my day.
When, due to all this, will my day NOT start with a cup of coffee and my rocking chair?
That has become my barometer.
My canary in a bird cage.
That is what I watch.
Kind of a personal, ‘I know what is going on, but so long as … it doesn’t affect me’ stance.
That is when I will know it is affecting me.
When I am no longer able to start my day with a cup of coffee.
What would it take?
The price of coffee?
My job goes away?
My home goes away?
I go away as I don’t agree with the reasons for all this disruption?
I am lucky that my barometer is as minor as a cup of coffee and not what country I wake up in tomorrow.
I know its coming.
I know it will happen and probably sooner than I am ready for it to happen.
Not much we can do to stop it.
Watching.
Waiting.
Asking, ‘What will change in your morning?’
In your day?
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