Sometimes, it seems that we live by my schedule--the weekly message that tells me which hours I'll be home and which hours I won't, and determines what arrangements we will need to make to cover all the bases and all the meals. (Other family members could argue that we live by their schedules, which may also be true, but hey, this is my blog).
What I realized today, however, as I found myself walking several miles
home from a destination I hadn't even planned, because I had no Metrocard and no desire to spend twenty dollars on a rush-hour cab, is
that what we often live by is the unscheduled. You see, if I had a job
that had me going to the same place for the same hours every day, there
would be some regularity. There would be a clear picture of what could
be done and what couldn't, what would happen or what wouldn't, on any
So, because of my scheduled, yet unscheduled, life, today I walked
several unexpected miles. And today, because of my walking those
unexpected miles, I accomplished some unexpected errands and my son had
an unexpected out of the ordinary afternoon. And because of those
unexpected errands and the unexpected afternoon, things look different
Perhaps we do live by my schedule. But maybe, just maybe, what we really live by is what's unscheduled...