Was there anything I meant to write about just now? Would it much matter if there were? I don’t doubt the relevance of intentions but, if not for the title, I could make this post into a story about an animal with the head of a dog, body of a duck, wings of a falcon, and tail feathers of a peacock. In fact, in the moment I’m tempted to do so just to prove a point.
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There were only 12 of their kind and they had no name for people had not discovered them. If they had been discovered, people may award them the name of Rainbow Retriever. The only creature actually capable of retrieving rainbows, but also the least likely to care enough to make the effort. This creature lived on a planet all alone, separated from the other worlds without a care for the expanding galaxies. They were aware of them but lacked interest in other existences. . . If I was really interested in proving a point I would continue the story, but I had a plan and I’ll stick to it.
The word ‘plan’ carries an air of a misnomer with the way expectations develop around it. The word implies a kind of error if things to not go “according to plan.” We might need a new way to paint the picture of the function that plans seem to serve. Something like, “the way everything will definitely not go,” or, “the things I would like to have happen, but only until I change my mind,” might be better. I understand, these suggestion lack the aesthetic appeal of singled word: plan.
Alas, Shakespeare was likely correct when he stated, “brevity is the soul of wit.” The greatest faith one can have, and many ignore, is in knowing that everything will be okay when plans go awry. People love to overreact to everything and panic over anything. This may be a product of sensationalized media, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is the world will not end when your plans go wrong. In fact, the greatest likelihood is that, if it has an effect on anyone, it will be you and it will be way less dramatic than you think it is.
A plan can only be followed as a guide in a general direction. If anything more is desired that plan is more likely to result in a stubborn mood that fears improvisation, despises impulse, and lacks creativity. One must be able to adjust their plans creatively as they move forward into a reality separate from the one in which the original plan was created. When plans become too strict they become dictators upon the individual. Imagine Stalin weighing himself down with a ball and chain.
I cannot speak for everyone in this situation. It would be just as dictatorial to say it would be best for everyone to operate with their planning in the same way. Despite which side of the fence you fall on, whether making stricter plans or loosely organized ones, it is in compromising between the tendencies that the greatest outcomes can be realized.
From my own statements it may be obvious that I tend towards the style of planning that is more loose and unstructured. For this reason I can best speak to it’s downfalls. Lacking definition creates a lack of direction and too great a likelihood to fall into an entire lack of progress. You might consider too loose a schedule equivalent to a five year running country; it is uninformed and unprepared to move you into the future.
There is no right or wrong way to go but, whichever way you lean towards it would be advisable to ad a touch of it’s opposition for balance. Remember, more strict equates to greater definition but a lack of flexibility, while a lack of definition leads to vague intentions and often underwhelming results. Find the middle ground and achieve new levels of success.
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