In all honesty, I am an organized guy. You probably wouldn’t think so by looking at me, but I am. It’s natural for me to mentally organize a plan in my head for any circumstance, no matter how important, menial, or scattered the situation is.
But for some reason in agent work, plans are futile. I think the CEO laughs at all plans.
I come from a long line of people who plan every nuance and nanosecond of their life. Those habits and upbringing have slowly faded away throughout the years.
There have been some benefits to not having high expectations via plans. For one, anxiety and frustration have become almost extinct, as they are usually the fruits of unfulfilled desires (plans). I like this. And in some weird way, I think lack of anxieties have a direct relation to better physical health. I have no scientific data on that.
I’ve learned that having plans are not bad in and of themselves. But clutching on to them and having high expectations are what jacks you up.
I think the discipline here is called “rigid flexibility”: have a plan, but be flexible enough to change if necessary or accept the unintended outcome.
Obi-Wan’s eyeglasses: sounded like a good plan to me. I don’t know why he didn’t go for it.
Or maybe Agent Wife’s Summer Fun Club for the neighborhood kids. The local kids couldn’t wait for it to start up this year. But when the time came, no one showed up. I think Agent Wife went down the block and drug some kid out of bed every Saturday at 10am just so someone would attend.
3 comments:
It seems like i have to re-learn this same lesson every now and then. It's a wierd thing of getting to your wits end and deciding that you've gotta do something...just then God says, haha, you forgot I was in charge. But man, is impossible to resist coming up with a sure fire plan sometimes.
it's a helluva balancing act, that's for sure. don't think i'll ever get it quite right.
I'm not even a good! planner, but if, say, my wife suggests doing something foreign to what I'm expecting, I tend to get a look on my face like, "Um, excuse me, this is the first I've heard of this." She's helped me learn to laugh at myself. I think you hit the nail on the head when you said, "Clutching . . . what jacks you up." When you can let go of your plans for God's plans, you get such a huge blessing, "Wife's Summer Fun Club" as case in point.
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