Lock Down

​Lock down
Well so much for that.  I had it all planned.  I had been preparing for it.  This afternoon and tonight were to be a get together.  I was all prepared to dazzle with my commentary.  Then I remembered someone saying to me something like, “Perhaps you ought to talk to me more often to help me sleep.” 
Anyway, that was going to be today, and tomorrow was to be the table tennis finals.  Friday I was to visit a friend and play table tennis in the afternoon.  I had it all planned.
But lock down changed it all.  I can see advantages though.  It was like we were on something getting faster and faster.  Lock down meant stop.  The person cannot own a business as I overheard them say to an attendant at a shop, “three days off.”  I did relate to what was said though.
Lock down is a chance to contemplate my navel.  Though after 63 years I am all contemplated out.  Some one once bought me a “belly button warmer.”  Never seen one of those before or since.
There are definitely times things do not go according to my plans.  I totally think it is right to plan, but totally think it is wrong to imagine that plans are written in stone.  I need to stay flexible.  A bit like Queensland wasn’t in the State of Origin.  I saw their left side defence was weak and NSW went there often.  Still, it is easy to say from my vantage point.
Doctors finding a tumour and me having a stoke was not in my plan.  I had other plans.  Places to go, things to do, people to see.  Now I have other plans.  But once bitten twice shy.  I know these ones can be washed away like a wave engulfing writing in the sand.  Still, I have them.  Perhaps they will stand the test of time and perhaps they won’t.  Whatever happens though they will not change my goal.  Maybe the way they can be achieved will change, but my plan is simple.  Love people.
Ok there are definitely other things that are employed to that end but that is the end.  In one sense it really does not matter what I do as long as I do that.  So much other behaviour comes into line when that is the goal.
I am one who thinks it is the final goal that matters.  Once that is established, I, as an individual have my own style, passions and interests.  But in looking around it seems I just have my own way of doing things.  Others have their way, but the same goal.
These interruptions may not be my way of doing things, but they really keep life interesting.