Plans

Boy oh boy do I love a good plan. I plan time just to sit down and write plans. So the other day when heading out for a trip I realized that when the first few plans were out the window, I wasn’t prepared to deal with what was at hand. My first thought was not what should I do now, or how to deal with the situation at hand, but how on earth did I not think to plan for THIS!?

I realized that most of the time, I plan for the perfect. I plan, for the planned or given variables. Plans are mostly about what we’re going to do. I wondered what it would be like, if I became less focused on my theoretical actions based on a given and predictable circumstance (the formulas I was writing for my life), and started simply being in any given experience. What if who I am is more grounded, predictable and unchanging than the swirling world around me that proves time and again it can change, often with a smirk and the occasional middle finger to my plans. What if I had less plans and more me. Less lists and more focus on who I was meant to be. 

Another word often associated with plans is control followed closely by the often-feared change. I’m far too type-A to abandon all plans, but it’s a worthwhile exercise to evaluate your relationship with control and change in the context of how you plan, which is a good indicator of the level of judgement you might experience around the outcome of those plans. Less judgement equals more energy. So, instead of asking what’s your plan, I might ask who do you plan to be?