Over several of my posts on here I have spoken about my attempts, and failures, to plan out my life. My mother observed to me, not too long ago, that I have a tendency to manage rather than live my life. There is a lot of truth to that. My main issue is is trying to come up with a plan that always works – that is impossible – especially because I work shifts.
I cannot say when I will be working in three Thursdays time. (And not just because of the pandemic uncertainties) Even if I did have a set schedule there is always the issue of unexpected things coming up – these things can derail the plan.
I have trouble going off plan. Sometimes I see something that needs doing and I don’t do it because it wasn’t on the agenda. I know that that makes zero logical sense but it is how I my brain does things.
I even have reading on my list as another thing to get done. It is something I enjoy but it is still something that I schedule like everything else. I would like to read one chapter a session but some books have huge chapters. I can’t sit and read for two hours straight.
The point I am lumbering towards is that it is impossible to have a plan that will always work in all situations. That may see obvious to you but I am a bear of little brain.
I like order (the state my kitchen is often in notwithstanding) and this knowledge is something I struggle with each and every day. If nothing else I want an end point for each task – a point where I can allow myself to stop and say I have done enough. I don’t know where that point is in life in general but for this post I think I have done enough.
I just wanted to say that I have checked this post. I really have. Unfortunately my particular combination of dyslexia and dyspraxia makes it really hard for me to spot typos. Please enjoy and I’ll try not to make too many errors.
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