Plans don’t mean anything.
So I’m sitting in a robe. I’m drinking coffee, eating leftover pancakes and catching up on my DVR. I’m half paying attention to the TV. And I happen to look up just when Meredith Grey says, with a smirk on her face: Plans Don’t Mean Anything.
Mr. Husband was never part of my young plan. I know that sounds harsh, but he wasn’t. I had boys I chased. Whose last names I tagged with my first all over my binder. And I have to admit that somewhere deep down inside I knew that if and when I did finally give Mr. Husband the time of day that I was saying goodbye to my youth. To my childish ways of chasing boys. I knew, somehow, that once I dated him, he’d be the last boy I ever dated. But I didn’t plan it that way.
Sometimes, the things that have nothing to do with my plans end up being the best. Our original plan for mid 2011 was to move to Florida. We had places picked out. We had moving plans tentatively set. We put in our notice to our apartment in Athens. And then? Somehow, we ended up in Charlotte. Mr. Husband didn’t get the internship that he was far and away the most qualified candidate for in Tampa. I remember sitting on the trunk of my car in the parking lot of our apartment crying to my best friend because I didn’t want Mr. Husband to see how disappointed I was because I knew he was feeling it too. I remember saying I just didn’t understand. How Mr. Husband deserved that internship. I couldn’t wrap my head around how moving to Charlotte was going to benefit us in any way. Funny how all that worked out. We’ve had the time of our lives here in Charlotte. Mr. Husband worked with a phenomenal staff at a University here which ended up opening the doors to the opportunity he has now. An opportunity that I can’t help but think wouldn’t have been an option had we ended up where we planned to be.
So why is it that I still feel this overwhelming need to plan everything out? Why do I get that twitchy feeling of panic when things threaten to deviate from my master plan? Why can’t I simply let go of my center and just enjoy the ride?
Is there anything that wasn’t a part of your plan
that changed your life?
GIRL! This post is speaking to my soul today. I just recently got out of a broken engagement. Talk about failed plans. 6 weeks out and I am still trying to recalculate my next move. I thought my life was planned out. It's so true that plans don't mean anything!
My husband was never part of my plan. If I hadn't dated all of the jerks and assholes I had, I never would have met him.