On a good day I make plans. I dream of what could be, and make lists of what needs to be done to make this so.
On a good day I relish plans. I love their promise, my pulse quickens with the excitement of setting and meeting goals.
On a good day I plan effortlessly. Just as I’m able to see the big picture, I can also clearly identify the small steps needed to shape dreams into reality.
But on a bad day?
Oh dear. On a bad day, I don’t plan. Perhaps neither do you?
Or do we? You know, perhaps we do. To some extent we have to.
On a bad day, we may at least plan to eat and drink – even if it’s no more than a half-hearted picking at whatever happens to be in the fridge.
On a bad day, we probably plan to go to bed at its end – perhaps even slightly looking forward to it, as a matter of fact?
And on the basis that even on the shabbiest of days we might have at least a modicum of planning ability, I wonder what we plan for our mood?
Unfortunately, if anything (and probably without really meaning to), I fear I plan to stay low. Ouch.
You see, while there may even be a degree or two of sense in this – so I don’t over-commit to others or unreasonably push myself – I fear that what we plan is what actually comes to be.
But rather than planning to feel low, wouldn’t it make more sense to plan to be happier? Or at least less unhappy?
Is it possible to actually plan for happiness? I’m not sure. But we can at least set ourselves the goal of behaving in ways which are conducive to feeling better: We can aim to spend time in the company of those with whom we’ve experienced happiness in the past, for instance. We can exercise, even if it’s only taking a brisk walk. We can reflect on all we have to be grateful for.
More often than not, we do accomplish what we set out to achieve, so is today one on which you’ll plan for happiness or sadness?
I rather hope it can be the former.