We all know that life doesn’t always go according to plan. That’s a good thing. If we didn’t have surprises, life would get very, very boring, and I don’t like boring.
I do, however, like routine: My Plan A. I like going into a week knowing that on this day, that day, and the other day, I’ll be at the gym lifting weights, and on three of the remaining four days, I’ll be getting in my cardio, either in the gym or outside in the sunshine. I like having a rough idea of what my meals will be, or at least the entree portion of the meals, and I like having a variety of fresh fruits, vegetables, and yogurt on hand to round things out. It’s all nice and orderly and perfect–totally unlike life itself. While Plan A is good in theory, it’s not how I live most of the time. It’s not how anyone I know lives most of the time.
I spend most of my time in Plan B world. Plan B starts with the fundamentals of Plan A but adjusts for those times when my planned meal doesn’t come together or when a friend calls and wants to meet for lunch or when there’s just not time to get the gym for that strength training workout. Or when I think I might DIE if I don’t have a cupcake. Those odd and random fleeting things that pop in and out from time to time. In other words, Plan B allows for life to happen.
This is looking like a Plan C week. Heck, it’s looking like a Plan C month. Business-y road trips are creating havoc with my exercise schedule and possibly with my menu. (Business-y travel to ordinary places doesn’t fall under the somewhat relaxed guidelines of vacation travel. Pity.)
But there is a plan, and if it should happen to fall apart, I’ll move on to Plan D. The idea is to remain mindful and to consistently seek the best adjustment possible. I won’t always succeed at it, but that’s what the other letters are for.
How’s your week shaping up? Plan A, Plan B, or somewhere beyond?