I was reading in the travel section of the Globe & Mail a few days ago and the writer commented “Don’t plan life. Live it.”
This struck me because an outgoing friend of mine says the opposite ” You don’t plan to fail. You fail to plan!”
I bumble ideas around in my head, and this one has finally slowed down for me to share.
First I remembered a trip I took with my family to Rome. I love memories like this and they are locked in my heart. But that trip took planning. We didn’t just get up in the morning and show up at the airport saying – where do you get excellent gelato?
Now that trip involved planning, and passports, reservations, time off work, yada yada. It was planning that made the holiday and the memories happen.
But not the whole trip was planned. There were moments that each of us will recall that are especially meaningful, part of our stories we share to each other. Those moments are all unplanned, they are moments lived.
So what have I decided? Yes, I do need to plan if I want to have a holiday, if I expect to do anything significant but once the day is launched, once the wheels leave the tarmac; then I need to let go and celebrate the wrong turns, the unexpected meal across from the Coliseum, the individual moments that fill the menu of our lives.
Bless you as you plan and live your stories.
“It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.
“So it is.”
“Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we haven’t had an earthquake lately.” – A.A. Milne