Coarse Correction ...
I'm a planner. I like plans. I like plotting. I like to-do lists. I like crossing things off of to-do lists.
I'm also a very detail-minded person. Big pictures are nice 'n' all, but little touches are big with me. I love it when someone notices a detail I've put into place.
Of course, we can plan all we want. Cosmically, plans mean bupkus. Some come to pass. Many others do not. Life often gets in the way.
Life, I recognize, is exactly what's supposed to happen, whether or not it follows the plans we've made. And eventually, the day comes when we see events in a larger context and the reasons for everything become clear.
But in the moment? Not so much.
And so I recently made some plans and they were really good plans. And I had a really good time executing the foundation plans on which the experiential plans were to rest.
I am a wiz at concocting visions of what should be and then manifesting those visions.
I am not a wiz at making the universe bend to my will to ensure that my vision is realized by everyone else involved.
So my recent plans went unrealized, unfulfilled.
And I was disappointed, to be sure, by the circumstances but also grateful for the reminder that while there is a lot I can control, there is also a lot I cannot.
"Everything is going to happen the way it's supposed to," I told myself last night, trying to drift off to sleep.
And then my brain pulled that phrase into an acronym: EIGTHTWIST. "Eight twist!" I thought, and turned on the light and fetched the bound book I keep on my bedside table for jotting late-night thoughts or dreams before they vanish into the waking world. "No, Beth," I said, looking at the page. "That's not how 'eight' is spelled."
Hey, I was trying to fall asleep. Cut my brain some slack.
But the notion of "eight twist" led me to draw the infinity symbol in my book.
Everything is going to happen exactly the way it's supposed to, indeed.