That’s one thing that I have never really got to grips with. I am always in awe of people who create life plans and then, you know, actually action them. My life by contrast has been a series of fortunate followings of seemingly stray thoughts. It’s now two weeks on from my last Musing and still I have got no further forward with point no 2 of the List of Things to Do This Year.
The spreadsheet continues to be conspicuously empty. It’s not the actual idea of planning that’s the problem. Rather it’s the entries that would form the plan that are proving elusive. I do have the excuse of the Easter holiday, which this year has amazed us all by being sunny and warm for all four days together. It will be talked of for years.
Or perhaps it’s the medium. I think I may dispense with the whole tyrannical idea of the spreadsheet altogether. After all, two is still a Fibonacci number. That’s not to say that there isn’t a plan. There is, just rather a looser, more nimble one. Now that I have finally realised that the most rewarding decisions I have made have been the result of what the Boyfriend refers to as inspired action, I have learned to listen for the whisperings amongst the general clamour of my mind. These are, I find, generally immune to the marshalling of spreadsheets, but will happily reside in a notebook. I have a lovely yellow one on the go at the moment. Even as I was typing up point no 2 back in January, I had an inkling that it would be the one to trip me up, being as it was an attempt to do what I thought that I ought to be doing rather than following my own inclination.
Yes, learning to listen to oneself is almost as hard as mastering walking backwards in a straight line…
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