I've listened to Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" four times tonight. What that means is that I've cycled through this particular playlist four times tonight. I've done some thinking this morning, mostly inspired by the times I've been required to get up early.
Moving hand lines required getting up early. And not just getting up early, but venturing out into a brisk morning and moving heavy, wet pipe for several hours. It meant bruises on hips and getting soaked when the water was turned on a pipe disconnected, spraying water everywhere.
That super-sucked. And not just that, but also doing all farm work in general, rouging grain, weeding spuds, raking hay. Oh, I really hated all that crap.
Working at the Office of Performance of Evaluations and getting up this early to be there by a quarter to seven and staying at least that late at night. That also super-sucked.
But in retrospect, would I choose to fast forward through those times? Nah.
Someday I will look back on this time and think to myself, given the chance to fast forward I would not choose it. Even though it super-sucks. I'm not going to think twice about this; it's alright.
