Day Sixty-Eight - The Plan, Stan

My dad was a big fan of having a plan. We had to have a plan for everything - our holidays were all planned months in advance down to the last detail, weeknights and evenings were meticulously planned and as for life generally - one must have a plan. That's what my dad would continually say to me [because I was more of a fly by the seat of her pants kinda gal] - "Shelby - you need to have a plan. Give me a call when you have one." And I would [or else I would hope he would forget about it - my dad was nothing if not forgetful].

Today's "thing" is a little difficult to capture in a neat little sentence...but today I made a plan. I sat down and wrote out my short-term goals, my long-term goals, my career goals, my crazy goals, my interests, my places I would like to work, enrichment ideas, etc. I've never actually done this. It was pretty terrifying, actually. To actually think and commit to paper the things that you want out of life. Because, if you don't [and I didn't] you are never really disappointed - you can adjust your reality/goals to suit you. Hopefully this will serve as motivation for me - I think it was a very useful exercise.

Tomorrow the job hunt begins...