Construction has begun in earnest now right outside my bedroom window, and to say it’s been jarring would be an understatement. I walked back into my room a few minutes ago and the nightstand had literally been bounced at least a foot away from the wall. The noise from the huge equipment they are using is constant, and the amount of dirt they are stirring up is astounding.
As someone who generally sits on her bed to write, this is disturbing. I feel as though I’m suffering motion sickness and my ability to concentrate has flown right out the window and is now resting somewhere in that pile of dirt. I know happiness is a choice and that this is a situation that I cannot control. All I can do is try to make the best of it and maintain a positive attitude. Now where did I place that?