I was laying flat-backed in the park yesterday making shapes out of the clouds instead of planning. After I spotted an ogre and a little squirrel crouching on a paper airplane, I began reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being, instead of planning. This book was recommended to me by at least three of my closest friends and they all suggested that I "read it now, it'll be good for you." Conclusion: my friends think I am a crazy woman right now.
Since my job offer last week I've been thinking too much about what career life entails. Here I am, a 22 year-old kid signing up for life insurance when I barely have any life to insure! I have to choose a health plan, and think about a 401k or a 503b or something like that! It's nuts really, this transition to adulthood. Actually, I take that back, the work "transition" suggests a progression (digression) or a movement through stages..this is not. It is as if Adulthood and his pals car insurance, doctor bills, rent, phone bills, medical bills, and all the other Bills that they know just moved in unannounced to my tiny studio apartment. There are so many things you are supposed to know as an adult, like which boxes to check on the confusing tax forms, who to call when your car breaks down, how to politely deny the Jehovah Witnesses that show up at your door (as a kid you can just cut out the lights and lay on the floor until they leave), or what a flexible spending plan is (?). When do you learn these things? Is there a handbook?
Mostly though, I have been considering this notion of planning to achieve our goals. We plan, the plan is set, we reach the goal, then we are done.
It seems I have achieved this big goal and now I have to create a new list. That is what I will be replacing planning with today.
Still just sketching out ideas on the design for my life.
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