Ever go to bed thinking that tomorrow is going to go a particular, very planned out way only to wake to realize that you are not the architect of your world?
I went to bed last night knowing that I’d wake up early, get to writing, and today–yes, today–I’d finish Accidental Gravitas. (I still do not love this title but I have yet to find something “better.”)
As my eyes adjusted to the minimal light outside, I noticed that the driveway was no longer a long black path running down to the road. It was covered in a thin layer of something white. When I went outside to feed my dogs, I discovered freezing rain.
Once inside, I learned that my 6:30 Ashtanga class was cancelled. Then, as if on cue to my shaking my fist at the sky, I got the robo-call from my older kids’ school: 2-hour delay. This means, because I’m in charge of carpool driving this morning, I won’t be able to attend my writing group.
Nothing is unfolding the way I thought.
I’ve decided instead of going off the rails, I’m just going to let it happen. Who am I to think I get to choreograph it all? In the spirit of the day not going how I thought it would, I will remove all other expectations. I fully hope to finish AG today; but if I don’t, so be it.
There’s only so much I can do to control exterior forces that have wiggled their way into my “flow chart.”
At least the coffee has kept to its consistent deliciousness.