Making Plans

The part that I hate most about going home is all the well-meaning acquaintances who ask what my plans are for the future. None of these people are within 10 years of my age or they would know that this question should never be asked. It is only those who have past the major decision making point in their lives and can simply observe those who are struggling to make the big decisions that will change our lives forever.

For those of us making the decisions that will affect the course of our lives, this all really sucks. There is simply no more poetic way to put it. When we have no idea what we want to do, the response is always a condescending smile and the phrase, "Don't worry. You have time to figure it out." It's strange that when we say we have plans and know where we are going to be that we don't get a more positive response. When I say that I have plans and know where I'm going, I get a shocked look and the phrase, "Oh! You know what you are going to do?" Why is it a bad thing to have no plans and also a bad thing to know where you are going to?

I used to have no plans. I sort of knew where I wanted to go, but I had no idea how to get them. Now I have plans. I have a whole lifetime of plans and goals and dreams. And I have someone to share them with. Not everything is going to go exactly the way I want them to, but I want to make the plans anyways. And I will continue to do so. Tomorrow will always be there and there will always be something else to do.