This week’s inspiration came from a reader’s blog. Kimberly‘s blog is full of inspiration; however, her most recent post really touched off on something that I’ve been facing over and over again – dealing with life when things don’t go as planned.
Are you ever so tired, depressed, achy, and miserable that you feel the day is a total loss? Do you ever get so caught up in plans not working out that you fail to see the beauty around you?
It’s funny my life is a series of events that happened while I was planning other things. There’s an old saying something about “life is what happens when you are making other plans”, we acknowledge it with a laugh, but when life actually gets in the way of our plans we can’t really see the purpose right away.
I planned to have a degree 20 years ago, but then life happened. I stumbled into a career that I loved that allowed me to pursue my passion without the need of a degree. Then I decided I wanted more so I PLANNED and got my real estate license and decided to sell real estate. I did pretty well with that for a couple of years before life got in the way again and hit me with TMJ. I recovered from that and thought I’d return to my original plan and go back to school. That didn’t last long before life hit me with Fibro. I’m starting to see a trend here. Perhaps my plan wasn’t the direction I needed to go?
Since I became sick with Fibro I’ve had many people tell me that there was a purpose and that the purpose for me was probably to write, to share my journey with others in some way, and from there to help others. I’ve always believed that every “negative” thing we go through in life is there for a purpose. It’s there so that we can learn from it, and so that we can share what we’ve learned with others. I hope that what I share helps others. The feedback I get tends to make me feel that it does.
Last year a lot of things happened that I didn’t plan for, or that just really “screwed up” my plans. I didn’t plan to be offered a on opportunity to actually get paid to write, but it happened. I turned it down at first because I didn’t think I could do it. My husband pushed me to pursue it and I did. I’m glad I went against my plan in that situation, because doing so allowed me to see options that I never knew existed. We were planning to go to Mexico last January, but life got in the way in the form of a screwed up neck/back that forced us to postpone the trip. I was pissed when it happened. I was mad at life, I was mad at my body, and I was mad at my husband (because damn it I’d have gone even though I was hurting). But, after rescheduling our trip and having the trip of a life time, I know that had we go when we’d “planned” to it wouldn’t have been the same, and likely not nearly as fun and full of memories as the trip we took.
Life always has a way of getting the way of our plans. Fibro and chronic illness seem to do it on a daily basis. It leaves us mad at the world, mad at our bodies, and sometimes even mad at those we love (for no real reason at all). But, if we stop to think about it we can maybe remember that that’s just life, and that perhaps there’s a really good reason our plans got diverted. Perhaps we were heading down the wrong path and had no idea, we may not have had any idea another path existed. Sometimes life just has a way of putting us on the right path, whether we like it or not.
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