I struggle with a 100 things every day that are good for me. Not really, but some days it feels that way, as ‘moving things forward’, as much as I know how important each of them is, because torturously difficult sometimes – not because I want a day off, but because I want ‘a day different’. I’ve been scheduling some time for those. And, like those 100 things, my plan gets re-jigged, my scheduled time gets reallocated, my plans get cancelled. Yes, they GET cancelled or altered by me. Easy to excuse that as someone else’s fault, but it rarely is. I’m the one ‘recalculating’ as if each day’s schedule is some car-stop along the way – directed by GPS. But, maybe each of those diversions really is a place. The place I’m in …
