plans.

i've never been much of a planner. never have been. i've always liked to see where things would take me...just kinda float with the wind (as the cliche says)

when i was in college, a good friend of mine had a five year plan that looked a little something like this:

year 1 - get internship with local marketing firm
year 2 - graduate college/find job at above marketing firm
year 3 - get engaged
year 4 - get married
year 5- move to suburbs/get dog/get promotion/live happily ever after

i remember seeing her plan and wanting to laugh out loud. what was she thinking? you can't plan your life like that. i wanted to ask...what if you didn't get engaged? what if you lost that internship? what if? what if? what if?

there are too many variables in our lives to make such a plan and then to expect life to follow it. who are we to think like this?

but i think where i've gone wrong is to expect nothing. i almost expect things to fall into my lap...
what kind of life is that? no responsibility...."that's just where the wind blew."

so i'm thinking i might start making plans...thinking about the future. nothing set in stone. nothing to cry over if God leads me through another way....

but something more than just waiting for the next wind to take me through.


listening to: the swell season::this low