Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I've Got a Little List...
No, I'm not doing Gilbert & Sullivan. I'm just making a little list. Or two.
Lists are good, don't you think? You need lists to strategize and make plans, and I'm trying to come up with a viable plan. Or two, because only a half-witted woman would be caught without a Plan B. It suddenly occurred to me -- not quite out of the blue, but practically -- that I've been a Woman Without a Plan for the past two years. I've been so enamored with having my own place and my own space that I hadn't even realized that I've been treating it rather like a lark while waiting for something else to fall into place. It's taken me this long to comprehend (uh-oh) that the thing might not fall. Doesn't say much for my Math skills, does it? Consequently, I haven't been thinking through the long-term causes, effects, consequences, yada-yada. Thank God someone took pity on me and provided me with a planning kit, huh?
Just because one has some sort of nebulous plan for the future does not guarantee it will happen. Therefore, it only makes sense to live as though it won't and do what is necessary to ensure that one's lifestyle and quality of life can be maintained, whatever happens. Or not. I should know this; I was raised knowing not to count my chickens before they're hatched, that whatever can go wrong, will. But I'm on it now, and making my freakin' lists. Could be a great adventure, could be disastrous. I'm putting my money on adventure, but I do know not to expect it.
"Expect" -- that word is a buzz killer in Serena World. I love it when something good jumps out and throws itself at me, but if I expect it, it AIN'T gonna happen. Law of (my) nature. It's okay to go off the reservation every now and then, but you'd better have yourself a darn good GPS system to find your way back because smoke signals are sometimes fairly indecipherable.