Weekend. There was one, right? I had plans for it, too. And then...other things happened. On Saturday, I was over one hundred miles away from where my plans said I would be. It happened again on Sunday. I had plans to be at Point A, but a phone call (actually a series of phone calls) changed that and we headed for Point B.
But I tried very hard not to stress about the things that threw my plans into the garbage. I tried instead to do what I needed to do, and try to put a positive spin on it all. That helped. Stressing would not have helped. Writing a frustrated blog would not have helped, which is why I plugged in the pink sandals blog for yesterday.
On Monday, I was just a few miles from where I planned to be. I was at a funeral, which of course is never in anyone's plans. But I was privileged to attend the beautiful celebration of life for a dear friend's father.
I can't say that what I plan is necessarily better than the way things turn out. I even wonder if it's possible I'm finally growing up a bit. I still allow myself to make plans, but now I add the caveat "barring unforeseen circumstances."
Tonight is Girls' Night Out. There's talk of a live band! Wouldn't that be fun? I plan to be there--barring unforeseen circumstances, of course.