Yesterday, when I
arrived at my favorite busking spot it was, well, under construction.
The exact spot where I usually play was roped off, and construction
vehicles and personnel took up the rest of the space. In fact it was
a challenge even to make a left hand turn and head up to the center
of town. Eventually I found my way, and walked up to my old spot in
front of the North church. I got set up and started singing. Many
songs and cool encounters later, I packed up and went home. I was
reminded that getting caught up in expectations about what should
happen limits my ability to see what is possible just on the other
side of what I can imagine.
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