I wake up every day with plans. Solid plans. Organized plans. “I got my life together” plans.
And then life wakes up too… chooses chaos… spills coffee directly on my intentions and says, “Good luck though.”
Because let’s be honest, the idea that we control how the day unfolds is adorable. Inspirational, even. But also wildly optimistic.
You can journal, manifest, pray, stretch, hydrate, and set five alarms. Life will still look you dead in the face by 9:07 a.m. and say, “So anyway… here’s a plot twist.”
Your plans didn’t fail. Life just freelances.
Some days you’re productive, focused, thriving. Other days you’re just trying to remember why you walked into a room while negotiating with your nervous system not to spiral over an email that said, “Per my last message.”
And somehow we’re still expected to act surprised.
Here’s the truth nobody puts on the vision boards:
Growth isn’t linear. Healing isn’t quiet. And success rarely follows the schedule you wrote in your planner with color-coded pens and unreasonable optimism.
Life doesn’t cancel your plans to be cruel. It cancels them to remind you that adaptability is a skill, not a personality flaw.
So if today didn’t go as planned, congratulations. You’re participating in the human experience.
Reset. Regroup. Laugh if you can. Rest if you need to. Try again tomorrow.
And if life spills coffee on your intentions again, at least make sure it’s iced. We’re not suffering unnecessarily anymore.
Because having plans is powerful.
But surviving the chaos with your sense of humor intact?
That’s elite behavior. 😌
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