“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” ~ Flora Whittemore
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” ~ Dan Wilson, Semisonic
Wednesday night I went for a run and was thinking about the post I planned on writing today. And somewhere along climbing a hill my thoughts suddenly caught my attention like a heaved sidewalk. “What if?” I allowed myself to think. And thus, this post was born from the sting of salt in my eyes, an ache in my quad, and a hole in my heart two years in the making.
Sunday will mark the second anniversary of our contractor walking off our job. He threw a smile over his shoulder and waved just like any of the days before it. But he never came back. Some of that is because we finally issued him the ultimatum of more finished work on our bathroom/bedroom renovation and fewer promises of days on-site. But mostly it was his last day because of a myriad of his choices I am not privy to. All I know is that he made choices, but those choices hurt me and my family.