“what is your plan?” she asked.

some ideas and sketchbook experiments for new pieces

And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ~Abraham Lincoln

I had a friend who would lock eyes with me as if she were Supergirl about to blast me with her heat vision and ask me, “So, what is your plan?” I’m sure my expression contorted into an ape-like bewilderment as I tried to discern what she meant. Did she mean my plan for the day? My plan for her? Or maybe she was referring to my evil, master plan to rule the world?

The odd thing was that no matter how often I asked her what she meant, she would answer only by repeating her question, “What is your plan?”

I’ve never been one to plan much of anything. I’ve always tried to live day by day and not plan longer than I have to. Her question, however left me wondering: “What the hell is my plan?”

As I rocket past my forties into my future, (with a lot less hair and more ape-like bewilderment), I realize that we should all have some kind of plan—specifically a plan to make you the person you were born to be. Life is short. Too short to spend it wasting yourself away with a lot of hopes and dreams and no actions. Life is too short to not have a plan.

So….

“What is your plan?”

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. ~Fr. Alfred D’Souza