I have spent the past year living in the moment. I started this blog (and the year of living aimlessly) in a hotel room June 2011. I had no plans except to not plan. I am very lucky to be married to someone who more than happily went along with the un-plan.
We traveled to Thailand, we unexpectedly ended up renting a tiny cottage in Sausalito,
I grappled a bit . . .
We lost 20 pounds!
Tony reached his ideal weight; this was his first attempt (in 58 years) at weight loss (no, you didn’t hear the f-word being muttered). Meanwhile I lost the same 20 pounds I have tried to ditch every year for the past four decades.
We made some good new friends and spent time with great old friends,
I savored every day,
and thanks to the tens of thousands of views this blog received (at least half of the hits by people with somewhat perverse fetishes who make me really regret not thinking through using the words weight, sex, and wart in my title),
I gained some insight into what it means to be connected and how powerful communication can be when it comes to positive change.
. . . Tony and I are soon to be empty-nesters. I quit my teaching job last Friday, Ralphie graduated Friday afternoon, and Kip graduated today. Like most people I have spent my entire life obligated to something or someone; school, children, work .. . in that order and back to back. I feel like this is the first day in fifty years where my future is truly a blank page to do whatever I want with it. In the past, I would have filled that page rather quickly; making plans, but now I love the idea of just letting it sit empty for awhile and seeing what happens without me cramming stuff into every nook and cranny.
One aimless year (and 150 posts) later. . .
So what did I learn from not having a plan?
An unplanned life may include a lot of wasted time, but sometimes one has to be unhurried, be planless, to figure out what one wants to do.
Every once in awhile, it helps to step out of the busy-ness of life. To look around; to reflect on the bigger picture, to take a moment to spread all the puzzle pieces out on the table, turn them over, and come up with . . . .
Yep, a plan (and then Crush.That. Goal.).
*I’m sorry I have not had a lot of time to read my favorite blogs lately. Tony and I have been moving (and packing and cleaning). We have left the empty nest and are now back in the old nest; the big ol’ nest that we spent years filling every nook and cranny (and closet) with stuff I have to clean, move, and pack so we can sell it and get on with our plan.