stumblin’

i used to have a plan. in fact, i used to have a lot of plans. but not all plans work out the way they’re … planned. sometimes they work out better, sometimes not so much.

some days pass like a quiet ride on a gentle breeze. some days, though, i find myself blindly stumbling forward, arms flailing, bracing for impact.

i still have plans. i just don’t panic anymore when they don’t turn out “right”.

and yes, i know the title’s grammatically out of order, but then … isn’t that life?