When I sat down to plan out my year, I truly forgot to take something into account: those things that cannot be planned for.
I’m not saying I should’ve seen these things coming but I do feel like maybe I didn’t leave any room in my head (or my planner)(or my goal sheet)(or my life map)(or my blogging schedule)(or my nap schedule) for these unplannable things. I narrowed my view too much and perhaps I planned too well.
It’s kind of like I drew a picture for myself and now 2014 is coloring outside of the lines.
It’s kind of like I was building a block tower named 2014, and the Present came over to kick it down, point, and laugh.
It’s kind of like… RAAAAIN ON YOUR WEDDING DAY.
Not really that last one, but I couldn’t think of anything else and I got carried away.
I don’t mean to keep talking about plans and goals, honest, but it seems life keeps wanting to teach me about them. And it isn’t all bad. No one ever died from coloring outside of the lines and sometimes the second block tower you build is stronger and taller than the first.
Some time after being completely thrown for a loop by a good friend of mine resigning at work, and lamenting how left behind it made me feel, good things happened. Unexpected things that I couldn’t even appreciate because they were pieces to a puzzle I just started. Middle pieces, not those nice and neat edge pieces.
It took a while for me to realize why everything was weighing on me so much– why I was emotional Tweeting, emotional eating, falling behind on everything, and suddenly obsessed with consuming all of the black and white cookies. (All of them.) I made myself a comfort zone and the first thing that happened after I was done, was that life asked me to step out of it.
It’s a challenge I’ve accepted and I’m even confident that soon, I will be able to face this challenge without my fist full of cookies. For backup.
I’m not sure how to end this. I’ve been quiet for some days now because I’ve had this post in drafts and I don’t know how to end it because it’s really the beginning of a story– a story I never saw coming.