A change in routine doesnít come easy to me, but sometimes itís necessary. Iíve been having trouble finding parking near the post office where I go on my morning errands. I refuse to park in the postage stamp-sized lot at the office itself, but itís located on a cul-de-sac with spaces on both sides of the street. Itís just that lately all those spaces have been filled whenever I go. Sometimes I would even park at the market a few blocks away and walk to the post office.
Thatís what I would have done yesterday, in fact, if it hadnít been raining so hard. Instead, I gave up and turned around and came back home without even picking up my mail. That canít happen two days in a row, so I knew Iíd have to find a way to get to the post office today. Fortunately, it wasnít raining, so I could have parked at the market and walked. Also fortunately, that turned out not to be necessary.
One day last week, due to circumstances I didnít have the strength or will to control, I was forced to wait until after noon to go to the post office. (If youíre guessing the Boss had me doing busywork all morning, youíd be right.) For some reason, there were open parking spaces all along that street at about 12:30 pm. I donít like to drive in town after noon because the traffic gets so much heavier, but now Iím at the point where Iíll give up driving in light traffic in exchange for being able to get to the actual destination and park there.