Ha! Do you really think I have a life plan?
Oh, I did once. I assumed I’d have my parents all my life, like every other child I knew. Then my mother died, and reality hit. Believe it or not, I was the only child in my whole third grade class who didn’t have two parents living in the home. Okay. Times have changed. Living with one parent isn’t unusual today. Back then, though, my loss was a huge thing.
Being without a mother made me self-sufficient and, therefore, independent. It also made me adverse to making long-range plans, and while that may seem sad, it actually opened my mind to possibility. When I went to college, I became Bobbi, not Barbara. I mean, why not try something new? Likewise when I joined a sorority, ran for president of my dorm, got pinned (remember that?) to a really cool guy? I might not have done any of those thing if I’d had a plan.
I didn’t plan on getting a graduate degree, but after I got married, the jobs I was offered didn’t pay enough to support me and a husband in law school. So I fast-tracked a graduate degree and earned more.
I didn’t plan on having kids right away. But I got pregnant. Enough said there.
We waited (carefully) five years to have a second child – didn’t want the expense of two in college at the same time. Then I delivered twins.
I didn’t plan to write. But with three little boys to raise, writing was one of the few jobs I could hold back then that allowed me to work in the home. And then, once I finished my first book, I didn’t plan on making a career of it. But the second book sold, too, and the third, and I just kept going. Suddenly, I had me a career!
Which brings me to Blueprints. This book is about having a plan for life that suddenly doesn’t fit reality. The key to survival, I do believe, is our willingness to keep that open mind and make revisions.
Is any of this resonating with you? Any stories you want to share about your own personal blueprints that had to be changed?