Plans...

We make plans, and then the plans get squashed by circumstances. Stop, take a breath, conjure up a new plan. It is sort of a never-ending thing. Make pictures in your head, envision scenes and actions, and then bring them to the moment. Sometimes the moment is friendly, and the plan rolls out, things move forward, smiles all around, or, then again, the moment is nasty and the plan, the action, the vision just fizzles, disappears before your eyes. All that is left in the air is tiny waft of smoke. Either way, there are always the next steps, and ones after those steps. Every step counts. Forward, backwards, sideways, down. If you are the type of Human that makes plans, it seems the well of conjuring up has no bottom. That may be an illusion, but, who knows?!