You know that saying “life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans?”
Well, as 2016 was wearing on and on and on and generally being disappointing on an unprecedented level, I really started to feel those words of wisdom in my bones. For the first time in my life, I started to feel, well…
But here’s the thing; it was all my own fault.
I’m a notorious plannypants, and I’m well-known for keeping not only my own but pretty much all my friends’ social calendars chock-full with a year-round regimen of meticulously planned engagements:
- Holiday parties
- River tubing
- Cheese extravaganzas
- Lots of festivals for drinking in groups, from the little ones to the big, big ones
- Two-week all inclusive European vacations
I mean, I could go on. And on. You get the point.
I make the party. It’s my thing.
But something about actually believing the world might be ending, got me thinking that maybe I was making too many plans.
Something about that neverending, nagging sense of panic, and urgent need to just sit and think about it all for a second – about what I should be focusing on in life… Only I never had time to just sit and think because I have a career in hyperdrive and a million volunteer passion-projects and then I kept layering all the “FUN” on top…
Nonstop, every day, every weekend, every day off, every day ON…
Until I finally had a revelation. And made a resolution.
That 2017 would be my year of “no plans.”
I spoke about it to a few people; I committed to it to my husband and a few close friends. I warned them, mostly; “Just FYI, I’m gonna take a break from planning so much stuff in 2017.”
*cough* Don’t cry to me when no one reserves the best campsites this summer!
While I never really said I’m not going to plan anything – I mean, I’m still Lisa – I definitely made it as real as I could.
And now, here I am: it’s February already and honest to god, I haven’t. planned. a single. thing. So far this year.
And here’s the amazing thing; I’ve had so much enjoyable free time. My life feels “full” in a relaxing way.
Not only have I had weekend days of absolute NOTHINGNESS, but I’ve also had things pop up, and people ask me if I wanted to do them, and I could actually say YES. I could actually accept invitations, because I hadn’t planned myself to death.
I got to go to a protest in San Francisco this past weekend because I had NO PLANS on a Saturday evening. When the protest popped up in my Facebook feed, all I had to do was say “going.”
Trent and I are actually jetting off on an overnight next week for our best man, Scott’s, birthday party in Fresno – because we CAN. We have NO PLANS.
I just told my sister I am coming back to D.C. to crash with her in April for the Climate March because I CAN. I have NO PLANS (yes, I would normally be planned up through April right now).
I didn’t have to plan any of this stuff; I stopped making my other plans, and life just keeps happening.
I’m less than two months into my new existence and I know I can’t go zero-plans forever, but I have to say, so far, it’s working out pretty darn well.
That is, until next year, when I turn 40, and then all plannyhell breaks loose…