Yesterday I was motivated. I had a plan. Of course I didn't calculate into my day the 4AM wake up by my rescue dog. So instead of waking up at 6 AM to be at the gym by 7:00 and then off to Panera Bread to write and send a blog post by 9 AM, here I am at 10:21 trying to reorganize my carefully planned out day. I had errands I needed to run:
Office Max – get packing tape and search for a box to mail the enormous book I sold on eBay (Yea! My first item.)
Post office – express mail documents for my employer; mail the book I sold on eBay
Blog – write a post, start a new blog on WordPress
Edit, Edit, Edit & Write – stick with the plan and priority of getting my book published. Only 20,000 words to go!
Panera Bread – get breakfast, enjoy a fantastic cup of bold coffee, check emails, write those query letters to literary agents.
Friends – text Wendy and see if she can meet you at Panera to work alongside you for motivation and friendship catching up!
Costco – pick up smoked salmon for spousal unit and find a pair of tennis shoes that don't have holes in them so I don't look ridiculous at the gym.
Gym – yes, get there and work my booty off, or at least get some cardio and weight lifting done.
Turns out my dog is sick, with who knows what, but symptoms of vomiting and yellow/green mucus coming out of her eyes. My husband says, "And you want kids?" I'll admit, I do kind of enjoy their needy-ness when they don't feel well. I love snuggle time with my dogs. However, today, that was not in the plan.
The agenda was carefully laid out in my head. I even got my husband to agree to make his own breakfast. At quarter to seven this morning, I was still in bed. I thought it out. . .do I really need to go to the gym? What can I drop of the balls I need to juggle today? Can I still fit it all in my day?
I wasn't really happy about having to change over to Plan B. I really liked my Plan A, especially since it takes a lot of effort for me to plan anything in the first place. But here's what I learned:
- Rigidity doesn't solve problems, it only makes them worse.
- Plan B isn't worse than Plan A – it is just different.
- My dad was right: life isn't fair.
So here I go with my Plan B. If I get angry or frustrated over the foiling of my well laid out plans of yesterday, I waste precious time and energy. So I accept that life is subject to change, remain flexible and see if maybe what today holds for me is really better than what I could came up with in the first place.
In her heart a woman plans her course, but the Lord determines her steps! (Proverbs 16:9)