I had a plan.
I was going to NYC for the day. Museum, lunch and maybe some sightseeing.
The thing with plans is that they never work out the way you think.
She started feeling bad yesterday, sore throat, feverish…
Early this morning I knew the plan had changed.
I usually don’t do well with change of plans. I am a planner, a bit type A and I was looking forward to this day for months. My normal tendency would have been to sulk, complain and just have a terrible attitude. Not today. Lately I have been feeling better part of it is due to the fact that I don’t think of the “other” things I could do or places I could be.
I am right where I’m supposed to be doing exactly what I have to do.