When I woke up in the morning, there was a day full of plans ahead of
me--things to get done, places to get to, a need at least to get by.
There were plans, and I followed them. I did what I was supposed to do,
went where I was supposed to go, and, by and large, got by.
And then emails happened. And then schedules running over happened. And
then a stalled car happened. And suddenly, a straightforward day that was planned became
a seemingly endless day that wasn't. A Tuesday that melted into Wednesday. A reminder that all the plans in the world can't keep the unplanned from happening.
But when the unplanned happened, I remained calm, because somehow, I
just did. When the unplanned happened, I screamed a little, because
sometimes you have to. When the unplanned happened, I shifted a little as I felt the planned
day shift beneath me.
I guess sometimes, planning doesn't always mean you'll have a completely planned day.
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