It's 9AM.
No plan survives a punch in the face.
Or contact with the enemy.
You’ve heard it a million times.
Or maybe a thousand, if you are the winging it type.
I’m a planner.
I like building roadmaps to objectives.
Maybe that’s why I like writing so much.
A plot is nothing more than a plan.
The old expression is often true.
Man plans and God laughs.
He must think I’m hilarious.
I have been told the true key to happiness is to have zero expectations.
Of anyone or anything.
That way, you are never disappointed.
It’s tough though.
Especially when you plan for the unexpected.
Because you expect it to happen.
Which makes it not as unexpected as you could imagine.
There are whole think tanks devoted to playing with the unimaginable.
The what if’s and the why How’s.
Plus the Who For’s.
People paid to sit around and think about what we would do or how we would respond.
Reams of plans for “what if” scenarios.
Do you have one?
I think I do, but I don’t know if I’m ready for everything.
Because of the laughing.
My Papaw was pretty much ready for anything.
My Mom not so much.
And my Dad was one of those free spirited summer of love hippies who never planned beyond cigarettes, beer and getting laid.
In that order.
I feel like there are two wolves inside of me sometimes.
One planning out the route, the steps, the break down by the hour in an organized weekly planner and crossing out the to do list is akin to howling at the moon.
The other a party wolf staring through the window and reminding me the sun is shining even if the rain is coming and we can get in two hours of quality Vitamin D on a hike down by the river before the first drops fall.
Party Wolf.
Planner Wolf.
Only one would make a good tv show.
But the other could schedule the episodes.
So maybe today, both wolves will win.
A plan to GET AFTER IT.
And try to get IT done.
Edit this book. Publish that book. Update and upgrade SEO on Anchor for organic discovery. Line up the next big stories arcs (I had one about a retired baseball player named Tug that you might like) and let the wolf schedule it for summer or later.
Too many plans before then.
Too much sunshine and heavy lifting.
Speaking of, if you are male over thirty reading this, add two things to your world.
Lift heavy. Eat clean.
It will change your life.
Like a plan to do. Lift heavy is relative to your strength, but it can help women too.
It keeps you flexible and stronger for longer, which makes planning for your 80’s and 90’s easier.
Lift heavy.
And eat clean means beef and chicken and eliminating sugar.
Sugar is the devil.
I plan to cut it out for Lent, which starts today.
40 days of cold turkey.
40 days of three mile runs and bodyweight squats and push ups and burpees.
40 days of beef.
Because I made the plan in December to begin in January and one wolf rejoiced and wrote it down and the other wolf lined up the celebrations leading up to it.
And somewhere in the heavens, I heard a voice just laughing away.
What’s your big plan?
Don’t forget your free books.
Did you listen to Rack and Ruin – a mystery?
Or Joan of Arc – a fantasy adventure?
There are two shows on Amazon Prime right now I think you should check out: Jack Ryan and The Peripheral plus Reacher, if you haven’t seen it. (Season 2 is coming in June)
Try this for a 30 Day free trial and plan to watch.