In case you didn't know yet, I am a planner.
One of my compulsive habits is to envision exactly how my life is going to pan out...over the next week, the next year, the next few years. I know this is a bad habit. I have resolved again and again to be more present, and to remember that life can change in a matter of seconds. The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry...
Over time, I think I've gotten better about going with the flow. But every once in awhile, I slip back into my controlling, planning comfort zone. I'd been doing this the past few days, even thinking to myself, you don't know what might happen at any moment. A carefully planned week is sure to be interrupted in my world, and I kept trying to remind myself of that.
It was a little reminder that nagged me like a drop of water on my shoulder...
Like a drop of water dripping on my shoulder from the bathroom ceiling...
Like a drop of water that turned into a stream from the light fixture.
Like a stream of water from the upstairs apartment, where the tenant left the faucet running before leaving for work.
Like a flooded floor, ruined towels, and a tense first day of class (without a shower).
And suddenly my weekly schedule and long-term plan to keep our apartment for another year were, um...interrupted. But I'm still smiling, because at the end of the day, everything is ok, and life just happened.
So I am reminded. Thanks, universe. I'll try to live in the moment more.
But there is just one thing we might start planning. If anyone knows of a good apartment opening up this summer, let us know?