There are times, practically every day, when I laugh at how much I am becoming like my grandfather.
Right now, Thursday morning at 8:50 AM, I am sitting in a parking lot waiting for a store to open.
My grandfather went to bed early, and rose early. Early for my grandfather was 3 AM. He was always frustrated that by 5 AM, none of the stores were open.
I often fall into the same trap. However, I do not routinely wake up at 3 AM ready to start my day.
There are about a dozen other cars parked, with shoppers ready and waiting. As I look around, the potential shoppers seem to be in their 70s and 80s.
I’m not yet 50.
A part of me wants to be alarmed that I may be growing older before my time. Yet, the practical side of me reminds myself that I have a career that affords me a schedule to accomplish routine tasks.
I feel lucky to have a little contraption called an iPhone where I can continue to work for 10 minutes and not feel time is wasted.
And, sometimes these little breaks are not so bad.
My grandfather would bring his daily devotions book to read while waiting on stores to open. I can use the same time to relax, put down my thoughts in a blog post, or just look around to see the beauty in some of the people, and even in the day despite the gloomy, windy and rainy weather.
It’s nice to know that my grandfather is still teaching me a few lessons.