First off a little disclaimer: I love a good plan just as much as the next slightly OCD person out there. I think plans are thoughtful and they help everyone to know what to expect. My issue is with the plan being the focus instead of the actual event. I'm also not saying don't try to have plans, just be ready to improvise. I have three calendars in my kitchen- trust me, I like plans.
Let me give you a little history on this word over the course of my grown up life.
On our wedding day we had a "plan". To get married in the park by the river under a gazebo with all our friends and family sitting in nice white chairs around us. So we rented the chairs, reserved the park and starting to implement our plan. Let's just say that the chairs never made it out of the rental truck. The ferns were never set out, and no one would be sitting on anything. It rained. And I mean like puddles that would drown your feet rain. In a frantic rush to save the day my dad sent my friends to Walgreen's to buy every umbrella they had. The bottom of my dress was soaking wet after I walked down the aisle. Everyone around us that decided to brave the downpours stood under their umbrellas with smiles and cold feet. But you know what- we still got married.
For our first kiss as husband and wife we stepped out into the rain and made it our moment. We embraced what was given to us and made a new "plan". My aunts always tell me that our wedding day was magical- and I agree :D
When I was pregnant with my oldest son I had a "plan". My mom, my brother and his girlfriend were down for spring break which happened to coincide with my due date. So we came up with our plan: we were going to spend the day Sunday at the beach, Monday at the zoo and Tuesday when I went for my doctor's appointment we would go have the baby. Wrong. Sunday morning I woke up thinking that I was having Braxton Hicks when it was actual labor. That afternoon we all celebrated Cooper's birthday and never looked back.
There are many more tales I could tell about how I made a plan and it didn't work out the way I had planned. MANY. In all actuality I think that its been better for me to have my "plan" fall by the wayside. I am the type of person that gets so caught up in what the plan is that I lose sight of what we were actually going to do. I worry about the details, am I going to be late? if that doesn't work out, what's the next course of action? will I need a change of clothes for that? will there be food? do I need to bring food? blah, blah, blah.
These huge life moments have taught me to let go. Let go of what I thought should happen. Be in the moment. Focus on what you're doing now, not what's next on your list. Live. Capture. Embrace what life is offering you. I heard this quote growing up and it rings so true: "If you get what you want then you'll be happy- but who knows how great things could be if you get something else?!"
So planners, OCDers, moms, dad, families- let life happen. Don't get so bogged down by your plans. Have an idea of what you want but be open to all the possibilities. I have so many friends that say "If you asked me 10 years ago what I'd be doing, I don't think I could have imagined it would be this." Be part of your story, not just the person who puts the story on the calendar. And when things don't go as "planned" find comfort in this:
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
- Jeremiah 29:11