I’m discovering—or rediscovering—my love of being flexible.
I’m not naturally a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. Okay, I used to be that way when I was younger, but I’ve spent a lot of years being the one who had to organize and direct and plan and follow through. The one who had to keep things moving. The one who had to make up for someone else’s lack of planning and follow-through.
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So over the years, I’ve become The Planner. I now lean more toward planning and organizing than not. I like to have a plan, and a back-up plan, and I’m thinking ahead to three scenarios to make sure I’m covered.
But lately… lately there’s been a freedom in the flow that I’d forgotten about.
Aislinn called in the middle of the afternoon to chat. A little while later, she was in the area, so she stopped by and we had tea. A few hours later, as the sun was sinking lower, we decided to take the dogs for a walk on the beach. Which turned into a long walk on the beach. Which turned into sitting on the beach and watching the sunset. Which turned into wandering around and talking until the moon had risen and we were sitting in the car in a deserted beachside parking lot watching the moonrise over the water.
None of it was planned.
And I realized tonight that I’ve had the most fun this week and the most enjoyment in things that were not planned, not stuck to rigid schedules, and not dependent on the outcome.
Just going with the flow.
Sometimes the best moments of life are the ones that aren’t planned.
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