Life is What Happens While You Are Busy Making Other Plans

“Life is What Happens While You’re Busy Making Other Plans”  John Lennon.

We must have a plan. You must have a plan. Failing to plan is planning to fail. My official opinion on this is: HOGWASH. Plan is a 4 letter word. OK, Winston Churchill said “he who fails to plan is planning to fail.” Well yeah, If you’re planning a war. He said that in the midst of WWII. Taking up arms is not on my agenda at the moment.

Where is written that you must have a plan? Why can’t I just live my life one day at a time, or one hour at a time? Better yet, why does the day have to be measured into symmetrical chunks? Make a list check it twice, scramble around all day to get things done and feel guilty about what didn’t get done. No thank you!

Maybe it’s a question of semantics. What some people call a plan is my mental wish list. Things I’d like to do at some point during my stay on the planet. The ordinary, in your face, stuff has to get done and gets done. I don’t need to plan it out. It just happens, whether I want it to or not.

Mr. Husband got his head snapped off this morning by yours truly. When he gets stressed he goes into planning mode. “Lets see here, how many things can I cram onto a to-do list today before I lay me down at night.” So this morning I’m sitting there, minding my own business, either before coffee or before coffee has reached my brain pan yet, peacefully writing nebulous thoughts. Hub-man sits down and starts the morning 20 question slow roast. “What are you going to do today?” Uh, dunno.

Again “what are you going to do today?” Well at some point I’m going to brush my teeth, maybe eat something, haven’t decided yet. “Well, do you have any plans?” Huh? If you insist on an answer, I plan to hit you over the head with a frying pan in a few minutes, after that my schedule is open. A few minutes later “Well, have you decided what color you are going to paint your office.” My thought was, blood-red, my response was “stop asking me questions!!!” His response was a wounded look and hurt tone of voice , “well fine!”

It occurred to me later that maybe he wanted me to do something. Well Bubba, if you have something in mind that you would like me to do, spit it the f@@k out. Don’t make me try to read your mind. I can’t even read my own mind half the time. It’s dark and complicated in there with many twists and turns, unexpected roadblocks, steep drop offs. It also takes flight at the drop of a hat, without a seat belt and tray table warning.

Is there a lesson in here? If you want something ask for it? Be specific. No inane, vague, beat around the bush, OMG I can’t believe you asked me this again, type of questions. Especially in the morning. There is no such thing as polite conversation before I’m fully awake. It’s the adult version of “are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet?” It really is just that simple.

8 responses

  1. Frying pans & staplers…the hub man better look over his shoulder! Good stuff, as always.

    1. wow I sound a bit violent eh? 🙂

  2. Glad you’ve adopted such an awesome view of life.

  3. Mornings are my moments of solitude. I can speak or think before the shower and the coffee. And then I just like to enjoy those minutes of freedom before going to work.

    As for the plan thing, I like lists, but not to do lists, if not sort of a wishing list, good ideas list. Sometimes I hear about a place and I say Hey!! I could go but then I simply forget, so I write it down to remember it´s a good idea to go if I have the time.

  4. I believe in planning – I plan all the time – not the small stuff – but all of the big stuff. And then I chop and change and make new plans as I go.
    Anyone who thinks there will be something productive out of me before my coffee is a zombie – or will be when I get through with them.

    1. Eureka! I like it. I’m going to try your method. Plan the big stuff. Like my 2 month train trip through Europe on my way to Moscow. Then when Mr. Husband tries to load me on the question rotisserie at the crack-o-dawn, I’ll whip out the list and staple it to his forehead 🙂

  5. I love it. I hate plans that are made in the morning. If I want a plan for the next day, I make it the night before and get everything ready so I’ll just do it instead of sipping coffee all morning and reading the internet, thinking about maybe doing something.

    Also, mornings are obnoxious in general anyway. There is no call for subtly when the clock is still in the AM state. Like when someone asks me “How’s your morning?” and I just stare at them. Answer’s in the question, buddy.

    1. I actually love mornings. That’s why I want others to stay the heck out of mine. Don’t be heaping expectations on me, etc.

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