Is it Worth Making Plans?
I wonder whether plans are actually worth the paper they’re drafted on, I’m not keen on them myself, although I see the benefit
A few thoughts and an amusing photograph . . .
In what seems like a lifetime ago I took the adventurous step of walking out of a well paid and secure job and stepped into a world which was the absolute reverse!
Every week was ducking and diving, bookshops, auctions , antique shops etc - anywhere which might hold a sleeping book just waiting for the right person to find it.
Some weeks I made no money, some weeks I lost money, some weeks I made a living and once in a while I made out like a bandit!
It wasn’t a life for those bound by convention and in fairness it was not a life I could have responsibly opted for had I the responsibility of a family.
It was the second phase of my adult life, I enjoyed it and all things considered it went well - I’m now on the third stage which is a great deal easier than the first two, will there be a fourth stage? Who knows . . . that could mean making plans
I don’t like planning in advance, though sometimes it does pay to plan things out - as this photograph I took in Lincoln last week shows . . .
I’m adverse to making plans because I feel it ties you down, it commits you to something in advance therefore restrains your choice.
I think I feel that way because freedom is the biggest benefit of being outside the Rat Race - you have to give things up to tread that path so it seems wrong to give up the biggest lifestyle benefit which comes from an alternative life.
I do often think about a plan on a broader scale, a life map perhaps, looking at what you want from life should tell you what you need to do in order to realise your dreams and hopes.
I think it useful to have, should we say, some kind of Grand Plan - a place you’d like to be heading to.
The idea of simply living day to day somehow seems to be the province of the young or those sadly devoid of all hope.
There’s a fine line between living an unrestricted carefree life and simply beginning to drift.
I wonder how many people nowadays make real plans and how many simply roll with the vagaries of life?