Someone once told me, "Blessed are the flexible, for they never get bent out of shape." How very true. If I had nails, there would be claw marks leading into my office, up the back of the computer chair to my desk where a few noticeable impressions would be cursing the wood where I was desperately groping my way toward this blog post.
You see, l often forget that the best laid plans often go to shit for no other reason than I'm not the ruler of the Universe and have no real control over what happens. I simply have to be flexible. Every morning I wake up with the same resolution to go out into the world and be a productive member of the human race. With goals in mind and to-do lists in hand, I'll venture out to happily tackle the day only to discover that the Universe has other plans.
Sometimes it deals with my work life, clients who think it's fun to play a game of whack-a-mole with me and project deadlines (that was last week). Other times, it's the unsuspecting time suck errand. Still other times, it comes in the form of people who need genuine help that I am able to give (this week).
At these times, the anal retentive time manager, list-maker, she-monster-devil sitting on my left shoulder wants to pull my hair out by the fistful and FREAK OUT! But then... the hippie angel, child of the Universe on my right takes a puff of the celestial good stuff and exhales slowly, "Chill out, man. Go with the flow. Blessed are the flexible."
I've come to realize that my fancied hippie guardian is right. Chill the eff out, Keia. All things that are meant to get done will get done, including a blog post this week. The Universe has a plan to which I am a small part. There is no blueprint of perfection laid out for each day, although I sometimes think otherwise. I don't call the shots, I just show up and play the game.
"Blessed are the flexible, for they never get bent out of shape." Right on.