No Surprises

I love planning and organizing. I believe a goal without a plan is a wish. Everything has a place. I always have a plan B ready to go. I think I have a strategy for everything. I will never be accused of flying by the seat of my pants. I could probably tell you what I will be doing on this day, next year with relative accuracy. For the most part, my scheming works for me. I never forget important items, I get things done and feel prepared for anything. I’m also an over thinker. I even overthink my overthinking. I agonize over the details. I know I can’t predict the future, make everyone happy or not drop the ball. But I must admit, I try. My thought process doesn’t feel like anxiety or stress. It’s just who I am. But I also know, on a deeper level, things have a funny way of working out whether I obsess over the details or not. Each time I witness that the universe has a plan, that’s bigger than mine, I vow to relax more and let it happen. Sounds like, I should add, “Enjoy the ride” to my to-do list.