Plan B is to make Plan A happen.
Husband
So, yesterday’s post unpacked my goal to fast for 88 hours… and then, LIFE HAPPENED. Much as Husband leans into his mantra of making Plan A happen, I don’t. His approach has been useful on many occasions, no doubt.
We wouldn’t have FurButt if it wasn’t for Husband’s steadfast rulebook of stay-the-course. (That girl chewed up all my pillows and pooped ohmygod pooped everywhere… I was out of my mind, begging Husband to send her furry-butt-n-cute-ears back to the pound… which he wouldn’t… and now I’m thankful. That sweet face greets me every morning, though her deer-poop breath I could do without.)
Begin with the end in mind.
Stephen Covey
Because of Husband’s vision, I am able to be my more spontaneous self. He keeps me grounded, focused, and orderly. We’re two halves of a whole, complementing this journey together.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤
We’re growing together, evolving from a stiff Plan B is Plan A… to introducing Plan C, which is BE HERE NOW.
Cosmic humor, especially about your own predicament, is an important part of your journey.
Ram Dass
FourthSon stopped by unexpectedly and requested my specialty (meatloaf and mashed potatoes, chocolate anything for dessert) to celebrate his 27th… on Sunday, when my fast would still be in full throttle and my tummy on holy-shit empty.
Plan C showed up… that whisper within, that little niggle that urged, “be here now.”
Delighted, I agreed. ❤
Sometimes you have to allow things to fall apart. Open hands, open heart, open mind. Open to the possibilities of what is trying to happen, the bud that is slightly unfolding, the people that God is gathering, the joy that is surfacing, the road less traveled that is beckoning. Oftentimes the best adventures are those unplanned.
Life is what happens to you while you’re making other plans.
John Lennon
While I am all for consistency and effort, goals and accountability, sometimes Plan B must be told to stand down, stop forcing Plan A into a corner and bullying it into forking over its lunch money. Compassion, dear Plan B.
My fast ended after 24 hours and, while I am a list maker extraordinaire and get my kicks from crossing shit off, I am peaceful regarding this choice to veer off the planned path. Life had something else in mind for me and I’m neck deep and splashing around in it, amen.
And, perhaps that 88-hour-turned-24-hour fast helped me to remember that “going with the flow”, allowing myself to change course, being open and curious is the highest vibe. Pushing-pulling-tugging-trying against all odds has its place, for sure, but so does taking each other’s hands and crossing the street less traveled.
Plan A and Plan B are cool fellows, but Plan C has been showing up to the party lately… beckoning us to journey “over there”, on that path overgrown with bushes and brambles.
My life is nowhere near where I thought it’d be… it’s been way riskier, much less safe and sane, predictable and controllable. Chock full to the rim with relationships, ponderings, vulnerability, authenticity, and deep, rich conversations… way more often trekked sans the plan-book.
And this has made all the difference…
If today you find yourself in a different place than you’d planned, hoped, dreamed… me too. We’re not alone on this less taken path, but I have to boast that we look might fine wearing FLEXIBILITY and OPENNESS, dear Soul… and here’s a hug.
Edge-y, joyful, pondering…
Lisa
Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach
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