I love making plans.
It makes no difference.
I love them all.
And, my oh my, a beautifully executed plan...well...that is music to my ears.
it seems that, more often than not,
our best laid plans are simply laid to rest...
or, should I say...
through no fault of our own.
You see...it would seem that because
we don't live in a vacuum
in a universe in which we are,
the center of said universe,
we must contend with
people and or events
that reside outside of our control
which seem determined
to exasperate us and our plans at every turn.
a curious thing happens
(once you pull yourself down from the ceiling and take a breath or two or ten)...
you gain an opportunity to see a new perspective;
one that illuminates the sometimes
way in which your
best laid plan
that much better.
(through no fault of your own).
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