I love to make plans. It pretty much solidifies why we do the things that we do: create these blueprints in life that we attain to follow, only to have detour after detour cause us to re-adjust those blueprints. It’s a really funny cosmic joke and I love jokes. Also, I’ve heard time and again that if you want to make God laugh, make plans. I’d love to make God laugh. I’m pretty sure he’s grown tired of chuckling at our faces mid-coitus, so I’d love to provide him some entertainment. Also, I know that if my plans aren’t’ that amusing to Him, he can always go back to watching the Real Housewives. Talk about comedy!
Anyway, about those plans. Every January I make them, knowing that there might be a possibility that some may not come to fruition. Why do I continue to do this? Because it’s important and necessary. Plans keep you going. Goals are the twinkle in a plan’s eye, and to attain those goals we have to sit our asses down and put together a guideline.
It doesn’t have to be as drastic as the mission statement in Jerry Maguire, but you have to put something down to guide those voices in your brain. Otherwise it’ll be April and you’ll be all like “Time for tea! Time for Tea!” While Alice sits there in her weird white apron and stares at you like you’re some type of satanic. Stupid, Judgey Alice.
So here I am, with a plan in place, and more plans coming and I’m still excited about it. Even better, I’m going to share every little plan I have on my blog, which means I’ll be accountable. Again. Accountability sucks the life out of me and gives me life at the same time. Is that possible? Obviously yes if i’m still living. Well, i’m off to put back on my rose-colored glasses and tell the mundo about how great life can be. Because it is. Life is great, and grand, and beautiful. Even when your plans don’t pan out.