This past weekend I found myself in a state of driftlessness. My plans changed dramatically due to Mother Nature and I found myself without a schedule and itinerary. It was odd. A bit disconcerting.
Saturday I awoke at the usual normal hour of 6 am and could not fall back asleep. The mind was working overtime mulling over the events of the past day.
I like a plan. Chris and I are definitely planners. Our lives have always needed to be scheduled and planned out. When the boys were younger we planned things around their schedules. As work obligations increased we planned things around work commitments for both of us. We share Google calendars. We try to know what is going on with everyone in the family and keep our calendars updated.
These days with our lives being lived “geographically separated” we have a lot of scheduling to do. Trips back and forth to see each other have to be planned out and scheduled ahead of time. It is just part of our lifestyle.
That is why it was so unsettling this past weekend to not have a plan. I found myself driftless. I could not settle down. There was no shortage of things to do but yet—it was impossible to settle on one thing and just do it.
I caught up on some television. I read. I napped. I walked around the house and yard trying to figure out what to do.
I finally decided that one or two days of being driftless was okay. Maybe the soul and body require that now and then. Maybe it is truly okay to not have life so scheduled out that it does not allow time to just “be”.
Oh yes—being driftless can mean a lot of different things to different people. Drifting around from thing to thing, place to place, thought to thought may not be a bad thing every once in awhile. A plan is good but sometimes plans change. When they do —adapt and adjust and maybe enjoy being driftless for just a little bit. It might do your soul some good.