I like to plan. If I have a plan and I am organised I can prepare myself for all likely eventualities and I find that coping is much easier when I have a Plan B up my sleeve. Sometimes however I don’t have the will, the wherewithal, the inclination or the energy to plan and it becomes a chore.  I avoid it and stupidly I let things drift, living day by day and  moment by moment. That’s not a recipe for success for me. Quite the opposite it usually heralds disaster.

The past few months have been a “disaster” for me. Stubbornly refusing to plan my work schedule, my travelling, my eating, my exercise, my “me” time led to me being in a very dark place for a while but there is light at the end of the tunnel. A few days off to break out of the rut and to give myself time to review Plans A & B has worked wonders and I feel much stronger, emotionally more in control and now able to see a way forward out of the gloom. I won’t go so far as to say that peace and equilibrium is restored as that would be tempting fate but life is certainly looking more rosy than it did just a few weeks ago.

Onwards and upwards.