The only thing spontaneous about me is my hair. It wakes up in the morning and decides what it’s going to do for the day. I’m never quite sure.
I, on the other hand, sink or swim according to the confines of my calendar.
I have a plan. Or I think I do.
I know that to some just the mention of the word “plan” brings to mind all the negatives associated with control. But if I didn’t start with a plan that coordinates my comings and goings between my work schedule, my personal needs and requirements, my husband’s very few expectations, my grandchildren’s school and play days, not to mention friends and other family birthdays and special events…and let’s not forget my weekly field trips and pleasurable exhales, well, I have to start somewhere.
And control? Believe me, I may not be spontaneous, but I hold very lightly to THE plan, because THE plan hardly ever comes together. It’s merely the jumping off point–the direction in which I face each day and hope for the best.
The last few days have been remarkably full, but also full of surprises.
We started with a plan. A very special little girl was turning five-years old.
We massaged our tightly bound schedules and celebrated with a preschool graduate.
Then later that day we were off to a birthday party with all her friends.
It was all according to PLAN.
But at the same time as our plans were in full throttle, a good friend was changing hers. Or more accurately said, circumstances were changing and she was shifting accordingly.
Many of you have previously been introduced to my fellow blogger and friend, Andra Watkins. After knowing Andra only through her delightful blog, The Accidental Cootchie Mama, last fall Jay and I had the opportunity to spend a nice evening with her and husband, MTM when they traveled from South Carolina to San Diego.
We were anticipating another brief visit in a couple of weeks when the couple returned from their anniversary holiday in Australia. We planned, there’s that word again, PLANNED to meet at LAX for at least a cup of coffee and a brief hug.
Sometimes even very well-coordinated plans change, too.
While boarded and ready to leave the tarmac, the jet experienced an on-the-runway “event” with another jet…and the next thing they knew, oops! They were grounded!
I may not be particularly spontaneous, but I can spot an opportunity when one presents itself. A few phone calls back and forth and we came up with a whole new plan.
Guess who came to a 5-year old’s birthday at my home in San Gabriel?
Sometimes we get lucky and as one plan falls apart another one comes together.
What a delightful surprise!
“To like many people spontaneously and without effort is perhaps the greatest of all sources of personal happiness.”
― Bertrand Russell