The Best Laid Plans . . .

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.”

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At least the coffee has kept to its consistent deliciousness.

8 thoughts on “The Best Laid Plans . . .

    1. Agreed. And all things considered, the interruption of my average Wednesday pales to that of many others with tragic and far-reaching “interruptions.” If nothing else, today will be good practice for the larger and more consequential disruptions down the road.

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  1. Newton’s third law:

    For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

    Action #1 – Mess up Jenna’s perfectly planned day.

    Action #2 – She regroups and makes the most of the situation by accomplishing more than she hoped for originally with her writing.

    Or…

    She can just take a nap.

    Either way, all is right in Jenna’s world.

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    1. I love naps. I believe that I am an expert at that activity. That would be my dream profession: napper. Until and unless becomes “a thing,” I’ll keep plugging away at this writing.

      (2,700 words thus far today. Oh finish line, I can see you.)

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