If I don’t have a list I become listless and pointless. Planning is crucial to my week. It acts as a signpost for my ambition and serves as an action plan for things that I need to do to reach my goals. Time runs away from us and with the end of the decade in sight and 2020 only weeks away, I am uber conscious of all those things that I want to accomplish in the meantime.
Best laid plans and all that.
Today I am reminded about the impossibility of finding a needle in a haystack. I am trying to be organised and maintain some normality while coping with grief and organising a funeral. Sitting down to write my plan for the week seems trite but I do need some sort of hook upon which to hang my week. It is at the most uncertain of times that we need some semblance of normality.
Someone asked me yesterday, ‘What will you do with your life now?’ My answer was that I will pick up those aspects of my own life which I have not had time for. Looking after an elderly person is, both, rewarding and energy sapping. While I don’t regret a minute of the past, a new phase in my own mid-life beckons.
So, back to my planner even if I end up only crossing one item off it as something accomplished. Sometimes lowering one’s expectations but still keeping one’s eye on the goal may be the best that one can do. It is still an accomplishment.
Have a good week.