…often go astray, right? ‘Twas that week for me. Sharon, if you’re reading then you’ve already heard this all. Sorry. Poor girl– she’s been my sound board all weekend as I went on and on about how my life just didn’t feel right this past week. You see, I’m a planner. Lately, ever since my office sent me to a Franklin Covey training, it’s gotten worse. Now, I have this lovely brown plan book that I carry around with me. Inside I write my “big rocks” for the week (the stuff you have to get done). I also schedule out my priorities, which tie into my goals. It’s all very fine and good, most of the time, but it can also turn me into a slave to control.
At work, everyone in my office functions on a shared, workload calendar. When I come in each morning, my day is scheduled out from 8:30 to 5:30 with every task that must get done. Many, many days I go non-stop from my run at 6am, all the way through whenever my evening commitments finish at 8:30 or 9pm. Perhaps your days looks like this, too?
Usually my little plan works out quite nicely. But for some reason, this week, everything went haywire and I just didn’t know how to handle life. The funny thing is that all of the things that were different about this week, for the most part, were good things.
We had Katie visiting one night, which was so fun because we made quiche together… I got a haircut on Tuesday evening but that pushed tutoring to another night. Then I got sick on Wednesday and bailed on tutoring and high school group, and work. Then my running schedule got completely off, which stresses me out because our half marathon is only two weeks away. And then Jonathan was gone on Friday, and work ran late, and on and on and on. Separately, all wonderful things. Together– I didn’t feel like I was living my own life. I like control. I like everything to go according to plan because when nothing does I’m not sure who I am or what I’m doing. Or at least, it feels that way.
But you see, today, I was proven otherwise. We had been budgeting (shout-out to myself for budgeting! wooo hooo!) and realized that our grocery spending has gotten a little out of hand. So, I declared it Campbell’s soup and bread night. Right as I was about to crank open the can of tomato bisque, Sharon calls and says, “I just made a ton of extra curry. Do you two want to come over for dinner?”
Um, let’s see… soup or homemade curry? Yeah, give me five minutes.
So there! Spontaneity at it’s finest! We hauled our butts over to their house in about 2.5 seconds for the best homemade curry I’ve ever had and some fine TJ’s wine of the week. On the calendar? No. Best decision of the day? Yes, definitely.
Lesson: It’s nice when the best laid plans go astray. Not all the time. Not everyday. But sometimes.