Me: (looking around confused) Me? Are you asking me?
Person X, Y, or Z: Yes, what’s next for you? What will you do after you’re done with this project?
Me: Um, I don’t know. I’m really enjoying the work and the life here, but I don’t know what’s in store for me further down the road. I like surprises, so I suppose we’ll see.
Person X, Y, or Z: (bewildered by my response) Oh, ok. Well that’s nice…
Most conversations like this end instantaneously when Person X, Y, or Z realizes that I didn’t plan the sequence of events that led me to where I am. For them, the trust that I place in the unseen forces of the Universe is radical, unwarranted, and surreal. How can I be so nonchalant about my future?
I wasn’t always like this. As a child, I liked to plan out my life decades in advance. Naturally, there were many instances along the way that resulted in tremendous frustration, unanswered questions, and sleepless nights.
These days, I’m lucky if I am able to plan the next couple of weeks. And even then, I leave plenty of room for surprises. Unattached, unburdened, and unvanquished, I full-heartedly welcome and honor the next set of changes that will come my way.