For years I planned to construct an art coat from my old clothing. Time drifts by, still no coat. Countless days wasted researching styles, and patterns on the net. During festival time I regret not having the envisioned coat. Fear of failure holds me back. Sometimes I think I should just relinquish the clothing to charity and stop lying to myself
There are times my menial plans morph into an exciting new excursion. I love when that happens. Living in the flow, life carrying you to new horizons void of the original plan!
Sometimes my body defies me though. Plans become defunct. So I succumb to my many hobbies. Scrabble, learning, art and poetry!While hundreds of plans continue to swirl away in my brain! Some I have no idea how to materialize.
Procrastination, is my biggest fruition rival! Important impromptu visitors always appear on days my hair is a frazzle, dust is an inch thick; I’m wearing a holey paint shirt, surrounded by a litter of paint bottles scattered from one end of the room to the other. What can I say, I’m being held hostage by an art binge, the perfectionist has absconded with my beauty and left in place this fat artist who despises housework!
My original life plan never worked out, probably a good thing. I changed, life changed, the plan did too. In many aspects I prefer my new plan. It has more purpose; it’s more exciting, and less demanding!! I’ve learned I can walk through adversity, be forced to change the plan, and embrace what comes!!