I’m not a religious person. I even once bartered the baptism of my unborn child for the recovery of lost luggage. I had good shit in those bags worth saving. No regrets.
But this post isn’t about religion. It’s about how God has a way of fucking up your plans sometimes.
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I planned to be a millionaire.
I planned to know what to do with my life.
I planned to have children by now.
I planned to have met, made out with, and dumped at least one celebrity. Potentially two.
I planned to been famous. Or at least recognized in the grocery store because my face is on the cover of a trashy tabloid. Dreamy.
I planned a lot of things that just didn’t work out the way I planned.
Should I be disappointed? Pissed? Discouraged? Probably.
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It has absolutely occurred to me that my List is a plan of sorts. A way of creating a path to the things that are important to me. It has absolutely occurred to me that my plan could fail. But I happened to know that there is something more powerful, more intense, more gravitational, more deluxe, and more stupendous than a plan…
[to be continued. just because.]
Turkey bacon n' eggs. Just because.
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Ummm …I’ve decided I will be famous.
One day.
Wow…this is so me. I planned to be and have done a LOT of things by now. I’ve done some of them, sure, but the *big* ones that I’ve not yet accomplished….well, they are always lingering in the back of my mind.
I still have hopes of making out and dumping at least one celebrity, though.
The funny thing that happens is that the deviation from our plan usually ends up being greater than what we actually planned for ourselves. At least, that is what I want to believe. Things work out. They will and they do.
But really? A “to be continued?” Totally not fair.
Love the post…I too planned to be a millionnaire by now and I hoped I would know what I was doing with my life but I don’t! Oh well enjoy the journey hehe :o)