No More Plans

I'm a planner. Everything in my mind is mapped out. I think everything through, sometimes over-thinking and exhausting myself in the process. I like having an idea of what I'm up against. I analyze, turning the problem this way and that, until I feel I've looked at all the angles. Then I decide what to do. I've always looked forward into the future and made plans of how things will probably end up. Things rarely go exactly as planned but never too far off from my original idea. Sometimes I've had to readjust my plan. But over the last couple years, I've been blindsided more than once.

I've always anticipated and prepared. I've always had a plan.

Not anymore.

Aside from some very basic things like planning where I can for Kyle and Morgan, I'm done with plans. For my own well-being I need to let go. I need to follow where life leads me. Take one small step at a time and just go with it.

I'm not saying I'm giving up or that I won't have goals, I'm just saying that I will be limiting my expectations for the future so I can better concentrate on today. 

Morgan is now 76 days seizure free. But who's counting. We have her evaluations with Early Intervention coming up and it will be interesting to see what they say.