“Life is what happens when we’re making plans.” I like that quote. I’m going to write about it in the context of infertility on my other blog in due course – there is a post simmering, though not quite ready just yet. But recent events have just made me aware that yet again, things don’t go according to plan. But you know what? That’s okay. Lots of the best things in my life are there because something I’d planned turned out differently to what I had expected. There’s no doubt that life has sent me down a path that is different, not better or worse, but one that in general I’m happy about.
Something happened a week ago that sees me rather poorer, and with more free time. It will require me to make some decisions about my future and how I live my life. But not now, not just yet. Right now I’m going to do what needs to be done, and I’m going to make the most of my freedom. Not having plans often means having freedom. Sometimes I find freedom frightening, scary, and the sheer quantity of choice can paralyse me. But right now, I’m deciding to enjoy it. For a few months, anyway.