When I was a little girl, my parent hated telling me any sort of idea what we were going to do for anything. If something happened and we didn’t around to actually doing it, the first thing that would come out of my mouth was, “I thought you said…”
It was since then my brain operated on a plan. It thrived on having a plan and ensuring everything was able to according to said plan. But that’s the thing, life never really goes to plan. There are trails and triumphs. Things both positive and negative that you don’t ever foresee happening.
Plans are never perfect and aren’t fool proof. Plans are based on action done by humans. Humans make mistakes, humans fail. Humans aren’t perfect, so there will never be a perfect plan.
We fall down, we stumbled, we get knocked down. But we dust ourselves off and get back up.
In the end no one remember how many times you got knocked down, people don’t care how long it took you get there. They just want to know if you got there.
We get fixated on the journey. People say to enjoy the journey. But it was never about the journey. No one actually cares about the journey. It doesn’t matter how you got there, or how long it took you to get there. It doesn’t matter if you’re in first place or in last place. All that matters is this destination. Did you get there!?
I will. Maybe not tomorrow, or soon as I’d hoped. But I will get there. I’ll dust myself off, get back at it. I will never give up. My plan is to get there and I’m more determined to make it happen no matter the cost. I just have to get there.