I hate planning. Because as soon as I plan something, something else happens that totally messes everything up. It goes back to this thing I have about always expecting the worse. Some people say that it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I say it's reality. And of course it's the curse of the freelancer; you never want to plan too far ahead incase some amazing opportunity comes along that you would otherwise have to miss out on. Live each day as it comes, that's what I try to do, and it works fine for me.
However, it does become a bit of a sticky point with my husband. He likes to plan, everything. He likes to think about the future; about having a family and about our retirement. But how can I plan for a future that I don't know I'll have? There have been so many people in my life that have died young, some very, very young, so I never take for granted that I'll be alive in the future. It's not that I don't want to be alive, I do, I really, really do. It's just that I can't let myself expect to be alive. I try not to look too far ahead as I fear there will be more pain there. So, it is easier not to think about it. It's easier to just get through each day. I know that's not a particularly healthy way to live, and I feel as though I have begun to plan a little bit more in the last few years, but I still have a log way to go.
Although I'm trying to change it, my motto for years has been 'we'll see what happens'. So with that in mind, today's music offering is the classic 'Let It Be' by The Beatles.
Until next time...x