{"id":688,"date":"2015-06-13T10:33:30","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:33:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/?p=688"},"modified":"2015-06-13T10:34:05","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:34:05","slug":"a-man-a-plan-a-canal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/a-man-a-plan-a-canal\/","title":{"rendered":"A man, a plan, a canal .."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m a person who likes order. I like predictability. I like feeling in control. The first half of my life, I had a plan. Things went according to this plan. I had no reason to question why plans wouldn&#8217;t be a good idea. Until the plan stopped working. As soon as I no longer had a plan, I floundered. I believe they call this &#8220;your twenties.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At the end of my twenties, I came up with a new!improved! plan. I went to graduate school. I learned things. I found work that paid better and was more satisfying, until it wasn&#8217;t. I left that job, spent a couple years working with a therapist, and felt that my life was getting back on track. I tricked my brain into thinking we had a plan.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/jillbertini\/18571965549\" title=\"Moore theater ceiling by Jill S., on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/c1.staticflickr.com\/1\/304\/18571965549_d485979a6e_z.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"478\" alt=\"Moore theater ceiling\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Which leads me to today. From the outside, things are great! Awesome! I have a fantastic partner, a good job, and time to work on my writing. This was my latest plan. Get a job that supports my writing. Except &#8230; this plan isn&#8217;t working quite the way I thought. I felt I had set my expectations appropriately. It would take time to adjust to full time work and I probably wasn&#8217;t going to be writing A LOT. I&#8217;ve created a structure to support my writing &#8211; I meet up twice a week with friends. I&#8217;ve been writing, and mostly just wandering around in the weeds (cf. &#8220;floundering&#8221; above).<\/p>\n<p>I thought more about my current dissatisfaction. Why was I so unhappy? I mean, my life is good.  I realized it was The Plan. Plans come with built-in expectations, like old Craftsman houses with built-in cupboards. Unlike the Craftsman cupboards, though, these built-ins are often promises that don&#8217;t work out.<\/p>\n<p>I thought about what Greg (my therapist) would say to me, when I was feeling like utter crap. &#8220;You don&#8217;t have control, but you have a choice.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then he would ask me:<\/p>\n<p><strong>What do you want?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Those four words seem so simple. It turns out I *always* know what I want. Kurt Vonnegut knew that. He said, &#8220;Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.\u201d My desire is clear, and yet complicated by American culture. Many of the things I want are not what I was told were desirable. I have a strong desire to please others, but ultimately, I have to please myself. Not at the cost of others, but not by sacrificing myself either. This is a delicate dance for me. I yearn for a bit more narcissism, so I can stop caring so much about what other people think of me.<\/p>\n<p>The other thing I know about myself is that structure supports me. I feel best and get the most done when I have structure. Structure. Plans. Control. I assume by now you are detecting a theme.<\/p>\n<p>The problem is, these things aren&#8217;t working for well for me. I thought I just had to get through winter and I would feel better. (Yes, I&#8217;m still judging my feelings. That&#8217;s probably a whole other blog post. What if feelings were just feelings, and I didn&#8217;t have to categorize them?)<\/p>\n<p>Back to the theme (another structure! The layers of meta run deep.) &#8211; what if I could let go of my plan and just focus on what I WANT? When I asked myself that yesterday, the miasma and shame and sadness started to lift (or maybe it was the handstand). I wasn&#8217;t a failure, just because The Plan wasn&#8217;t working. Some of you know I&#8217;ve spent some time considering what failure is and what it means to me.<\/p>\n<p><strong>What if failure is the inability to access and respond to our own desires?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I decided that rather than focus on the future (i.e. The Plan with its attendant expectations\/results) I need to return my focus to the moment. <em>What do I want?<\/em> Like meditation, I expect (ha!) this to be challenging, but instead of pushing satisfaction to the future, I can focus on creating it in any given moment.<\/p>\n<p>My good friend Kristin is a huge inspiration for me. She&#8217;s got a laser focus and she just wrote a post about <a href=\"https:\/\/medium.com\/@KristinHayden\/focus-on-what-you-want-67ef942514db\">focusing on what you want<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.loc.gov\/poetry\/180\/133.html\">Mary Oliver asks<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Tell me, what is it you plan to do<br \/>\nwith your one wild and precious life?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;m replacing <em>plan<\/em> with <em>want<\/em>. 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