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Posted By on January 7, 2013 in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings | 0 comments

I’m on the train, headed home for the night, and the conductor just made an announcement over the speakers:

This F train will now be rerouted to the A line.

Just like that, I had no say in the matter whatsoever.

The thing about the A line is that it doesn’t stop too close to where I live The F, however? That is perfect.

Well, that would have been perfect, I mean.

But, like so much of life, our plans rarely match what takes shape around us. Oftentimes we must improvise; we see what we have to work with and make do with it. We become like the Irish who found 101 different ways to eat a potato–not because they just LOVE those potatoes, but because that was what they had to work with when a famine occurred. And while we improvise, we are surprised when we find these two things happening:

The new plan turns out better than the old.


Life goes on.

It does.

Now, I’m not saying don’t make plans. Do. Make them big and small. Dinner plans and life plans, alike. But also realize that sometimes when you have to improvise, that’s when the best stuff shows up. Both from your own heart and from the shape of your life around you.

Now to walk home from the A train.
Not what I’d planned, but that’s okay.
Not what I’d planned, but that’s life.

And life is beautiful.
Not always what we expect, but beautiful nonetheless.

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