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.