Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on plan.
I always had one.
Way before I even knew it was called a plan, I always had one.
At eight, I remember making my first plan to start living life for me.
At eleven, I dove deep into the plan with more research.
At fourteen, I started saving for the plan.
At seventeen, I started working the plan.
At twenty-one, it all changed.
I met a person who believed in family.
I met a person who changed my plans.
Because you were never in my plans.
You were never suppose to be here.
Until he said you were.
And I listened.
And then, I made a different plan.
A plan that included family,
and counting on someone else.
A plan that meant I was no longer on my own.
A plan that expanded our footprint.
A plan that included childhood and second chances and love,
enough to fix the broken.
So no, you were not always in the plans.
You were not always on my mind.
You were his idea, in his plans.
And, he was right.
You should have always been here.
We made the right decision.
We planned it just right.
I just needed to listen.