Plans

We like to predict the future. In detail, at length, with great certainty and attachment. Granted, because of causality, it would be rather silly not to. But we always get rather used to plans, and they never seem to turn out.

I'm not saying this as a bad thing or some kind of "life sucks" statement.

In fact, I feel rather the opposite about it at the moment. My most immediate example of this is my snow day today. The snow came, and it cancelled everything before it even began to fall. I got to relax, and wear a big grin and even nap. It was fantastic, and then, I didn't have to worry about work in the evening when Tabi came around. On the other hand, my meetings for today now have to be done on Friday. This isn't a bad thing per say. A FRIDAY I can be well rested on, and be kicking about grinning about my end of the week. Lots of pep to take to them. Extra time to prepare for them. Et cetera. But none the less, it's a deviation from the plan.

Most things in life are like that. More often we find they adhere to general goals and making the best of things more than plans. It would, of course, be foolish to not consider the future or how to get things done, but... sometimes it feels like we get so attached to the process that takes us there that it becomes as essential as the cause. In some things this is fine. Life is there to be enjoyed. For this matter however... what's the difference between one path and another? Even if you can't take the very most ideal one, you get to choose. Decide. They're not always good. Some are bad. But...

I suppose, in stark contrast to my recent string of depressed mindset what I'm saying is that the more I think about it the more a broken plan just seems like an opportunity to me.

Life's what you make of it.



And I'm ninja'ing some mwahs into it for my kitten. Mwah-mwah. <3