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.
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
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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.
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.
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Ummm …I’ve decided I will be famous.
One day.