Plans

 
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It’s been two days since it snowed here in the South.  It was such a surprise; snow came so much, and the flakes so big, it piled up on what was a wet landscape with water all over in no time, piling up like there was no tomorrow.

If this happened a few years ago, I would have taken the first chance at going outside and throw snowballs or make snowman.  Of course, it is not all that fun alone; even Calvin had Hobbes to accompany him when he made all sorts of wacky snowmen.

So I stayed in, keeping rather warm inside the home.  Am I so boring as to do so? Only when I have nobody to have fun with.

Since Sunday, the day of the snow, I have been trying to write down the things I wanted to do. Doing so is harder than you may think—for one, you get distracted (and that is especially true for me), and for another, you have other things to take care of. Actually, scratch that out… I could very well have done everything if I were not so sidetracked.

The theme of my days lately seem to be “plans.”  My Zune 30, which has been serving me rather well despite its recent slowdown (failure is imminent, I am sure), has just played me the episode of This American Life—“Plan B” was the theme, and it involved people who went on to the course of life that they have not originally intended.  I love the podcast; it lets me come back to the episodes that I have missed on the radio and replay it while I am commuting.  I definitely have Apple to thank for the idea.  Anyhow.

After listening on to the podcast on the way to (and from) work, I stopped by a coffeeshop.  It’s somewhere I used to stop by a lot more often… I got lazy with stopping by, though, mainly due to the fact that I am trying to minimize the expenditure, and I rarely get anything done while being in here (I blame familiarity).  I come in and one of the guys that always seems to be here greets me, briefly stopping from writing things down in his composition notebook.  He’s got the idea from the book 4-Hour Workweek, or some book name close to it, and he is trying to come up with a business based on it… problem? He has been doing it for months now, and I have no idea what he does for a living to keep him sustained with such lifestyle.  That, combined with economy on the fritz, makes one wonder if he will go anywhere with this.

Funnily enough, though, I have come to the shop with similar reason—I wanted to plan things out.  In my bag are a binder from a group session provided by the career department by my university, Getting Things Done by David Allen, and a notepad.  It’s just too bad that I am not getting anything done at the moment (I am blogging, and slowly at that)—another irony, if there was one.

I want to know what I want to do for the future, but at this rate, I will never have plans for it.