I know that there are many ways in which the value of proper planning might manifest itself, but this most recent example in my life is a pretty good illustration of why you should plan for stuff.
I got sick. Nothing life-threatening, mind you. I’m just in the midst of a bout with a virus that has decided to take up residence in the sinus cavities of my skull. It’s going around. My wife got it, too. She’s mostly on the mend. I’m still peaking, if you will. I suspect the worst has passed or will pass shortly.
But I failed to plan for this. It’s not like you should plan, specifically, on getting sick, but you should expect life to be disruptive. I didn’t. So, I stumbled. Yard work suffered. I got behind on my writing. I doubled my stress at work because I didn’t give myself enough fluff time to get something ready for tomorrow. I’m ready now, but the extra effort nearly sent me back to my bed with sneezes, a stuffed-up head, and the beginnings of a mean cough. All that because I failed to plan.
Thank you, dear Universe, for the reminder on the value of proper planning.
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