The Plan.

I'm learning a lot about myself lately.

Which, you know, can be a good thing or a bad thing.

One thing I'm learning--maybe not so much about myself, but about humans in general--is how quickly we forget the good things.  How something so small can so greatly diminish all the big things.

Some not so great bad news came on Sunday, and I'm pretty upset about it.  It's not the worst news in the world, but it doesn't go along with "the plan."  I'm a giant planner.  Especially with the kind of lifestyle we have right now.  It makes everything peaceful and less hectic.  I'm not a crazy person--I don't have every minute of the next five years planned--but generally speaking, I like to know what's going to be happening and plan accordingly.  It puts me at ease about our future, because we've taken the time to be responsible and plan for it.  So when things like this happen, it makes me extremely anxious.

So anxious that maybe I forget some things for a second.

Maybe I forget how amazing it is to live somewhere I can lay by the pool while the rest of the country is covered in snow.

Maybe I forget how wonderful it is to curl up and start every morning with a cup of coffee and my puppy.

Maybe I forget how sweet it is to come home to someone who loves me every day.

Maybe I forget how freaking unbelievably blessed I am.

So screw the plan.  But not really, because I need the plan.  Life is good anyway.

Just because this circumstance isn't good, doesn't mean my life isn't good.

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So this week, I will focus a little less on how the unknown freaks me out, and a little more on what I know for sure:  that life is incredibly good.

How do you deal with unexpected bad news? 


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