I am a planner. Planning gives me the illusion of control. It provides me with glimmers of moments where I believe I am unstoppable. That is until God comments on “how adorable that is” and laughs all the while twisting my well-intentioned life map out the window.
This week is the perfect example of my plans sinking like the Titanic and I didn’t even get to indulge in the dessert cart. Anyway, I have a deadline to meet with my second book. My characters are not cooperating and neither are the people in my life. February 15 is looming and I am about a 1/3 of the way through the story. I have no idea what direction I am going and my writer GPS keeps saying, “recalculating”. On top of my difficult and incredibly ungrateful characters, I am also dealing with my 89-year-old mother. Now, in the last few months, I have been able to exhale as I managed to employ two amazing women to care for her. However, one is out sick this week and is being tested for COVID-19. I am adjusting accordingly.
You are probably wondering if I am freaking out that both of us have been potentially exposed to the big “V”. Surprisingly, I am not. Maybe it is because I realize that there is nothing I can do about it at this point, and that all precautions have been taken to maintain our safety. Maybe it is because I have a ton of balls in the air and it’s hard for me to concentrate on one particular item. Honestly, I am to the point that my outlook is more “so this is what we are doing now”.
My whole philosophy on planning is acknowledging that God has a wicked and somewhat twisted sense of humor. With that being said, it always works out accordingly. Might not be the way I had originally intended, but always better than I could have imagined. Now, if I can get my characters to play nice, I would be all set.