in the Middle of the Night
Last night at work, I told my coworker I was determined to finish everything on time... because my shift ended at 7:30am, and I was scheduled to play violin at church at 8:15am. "It might be a little tight!" I said. I needed to drive home (a 15-minute drive), shower, change, grab my violin, eat something, and drive to church (a 10-minute drive). If I clocked out at 7:30, that didn't leave me with many spare minutes. Classic Megan style. This coworker made it very clear that she didn't go to church. Though she had been raised in a southern baptist home and gone to church three times each week as a child, she said it wasn't her "thing" anymore. She said she felt like she "probably should" go to church, but she didn't. Another coworker agreed with her, and as I continued in my work at a nearby computer, the two of them continued to chat. Her next sentence shocked me a bit: "Eventually you grow up and realize it's all a hoopla,"