THE HABIT OF

Planning

and why it never works — A Poem.

I have a notorious habit of planning. Of writing my life into stone to follow. What’s wrong with planning, you ask? Well, for one, life doesn’t follow our plans. And for second, planning calls in a resistance to “what is”.

If not cautious there can happen a clinging to the idea of who we should’ve been instead of breathing with who we actually are, who we’ve become.

I don’t like planning. I like living. I like the fact that I’m changing every moment. The fact that life unfolds with every step I take. That it surprises me with criss-crossing paths that eventually end at exactly where I, in my deepest truest layers, had asked for.

I like being surprised. I like working from my present. With my presence. I like how life plays And I like how exciting it is to play with it.