I would consider myself a planning-maniac. At leat I used to me one. That was until I took certain decisions that rendered my life rather un-plannable.
Moving abroad, not accepting the secure job-offer in my hometown and leaving myself to destiny (while of course relying on my networking skills). I now live in Madrid. Or I think so. Last time I checked I did. But now I have applied for a job in Stockholm, and at the moment I am in Oslo. I have no idea of where I will end up this fall, where I will live and what type of life I will live. I guess this would be a nightmare to the planning-maniac.
Moving abroad, not accepting the secure job-offer in my hometown and leaving myself to destiny (while of course relying on my networking skills). I now live in Madrid. Or I think so. Last time I checked I did. But now I have applied for a job in Stockholm, and at the moment I am in Oslo. I have no idea of where I will end up this fall, where I will live and what type of life I will live. I guess this would be a nightmare to the planning-maniac.
But I must say that I am cooping with the situation quite well. I have now been in this stage where I have no idea for a little bit more than one week. And yes, I do confess that I am now starting to make up plans B, C, and D. Just in case..
Even though very challenging, I think that this situation is a very good challenge for a planner as myself. Since it obliges me to live in the moment. And try not to focus on the future. Just for a short while at least. And most of all, it requires a quite great portion of trust and faith. That everything will turn out OK even though I will not middle my curious planning finger into every equation. Now when I think about it, it is actually quite liberating.
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