Plan for ‘Life’ to Happen
Hola Simplies,
So, let’s chat about planning. How many of you are planners?
Maybe, a daily planner by making a ‘to-do’ list to check things off as the day goes by. Or maybe you plan things out on a monthly agenda. Or how about a life planner that plans certain goals to reach by a specific timeframe (date or age).
I’m not a huge daily planner. As far as a life planner…well, umm, I never had or set a timeframe on anything, but I do have goals and things I want to accomplish in life. I think the only time the ‘planner’ comes out is when I’m planning a family trip.
Planning involves a lot of time, thinking (forecasting), and commitment. I think the most important thing to keep in mind while planning anything is to be flexible. I know some believe or say ‘being flexible’ doesn’t fit every occasion in life. Yet, I like to think it does.
How???
By not settling yourself on a specific timeframe, or if you feel keeping yourself accountable, then be FLEXIBLE with yourself, especially when LIFE HAPPENS.
If you don’t reach whatever you (had) planned…it doesn’t mean to give up on it, just means that timeframe wasn’t right – if you believe in a higher power, maybe wasn’t according to HIS time for you – or depending on the goal, wasn’t the right person, place or mindset.
So, with that being said, let’s take this conversation to that flip side.
What are the consequences of planning? 
I mean…what happens when you plan: your day, that trip, that event, your relationship, or even your life, and it doesn’t go as you “planned“?
Back to “Now, ‘life planning’…umm” …did I succeed? Well, my first or immediate response is, “I failed miserably at it!” Yet, the second looking-back perspective is, “But…did I really ‘fail miserably’ at it?”
I mean… who doesn’t want to fall in love, get married, and start a family? –> Me <– …this gal right here! I know, not for everybody. Some don’t for their own reasons. I feel these life events are the most popular ones that most of us plan to (or want to) happen, and some by or within a certain age. Again, don’t get me wrong…there is nothing wrong with planning anything in your life. I’m just saying somewhere in your hopes that sometimes not all plans happen…well, as you plan. Don’t be so hard on yourself when the unplanned happens.
For me, this year …2018… has been a bittersweet year for me. I thought I was finally blessed with everything I had wanted…and even prayed for – 
love, marriage, and a (complete) family. Never did I ever think all that could be taken from me. Almost as the saying goes “in a blink of an eye” or that’s what it felt like to me. That part I NEVER, EVER planned for.
I would tell my kids, nothing in life is permanent. What happens today, might not happen again tomorrow, next month, or even next year. The only thing in life that is consistent is change. That belief has now become my own life’s reminder – my life’s motto.
As I sit here, writing this post, I fight my tears because right now I don’t see a happily ever after ending for me. Yet, trying to look or be on the positive side, I’m thankful for how far I had to pick myself up (kicking & screaming). I was pretty much stripped of damn near everything I loved…everything I had…even down to my Faith. They say that sometimes God allows certain things to happen to us, in order, to humble us or bring us back to him or to fall apart to prepare us for something better. During this dark moment of my life, I felt naked on the outside and empty on the inside like an empty shell of just a body. Numb down to only feel anger, pain, and defeat.
This is the ‘unplanned’ part of my life to the part I thought I had finally planned out.
Of course, being human, I question what lessons I am to learn from my recent trials of a failing marriage, wondering if love truly conquers all and the pain of losing familyships (family relationships) which resulted in me questioning my Faith.
I still have no or incomplete answers, but I stay believing all this will not be in vain.
To top everything off, I’m about eight months pregnant, which brings me to more tears because this is not how I planned to bring my unborn child into this world. I thought I was finally on the right path, but it appears I might have been derailed or distracted from my right path. All I can do is rub my round belly and, for the millionth time, apologize for crying (again). Yet, complete sadness does not quite fill me as I feel there’s something more to all this – a speck of hope, that something better is coming…
