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Take, for example, your wedding. You wouldn’t say, “Well, everybody pretty much knows how this goes. Let’s just wing it and see what happens”. That would be interesting, but it’s a rare woman who would trust that day to chance.
Or dinner? Dinner without a plan is pretty much Cheerios at our house. Even with a plan it’s still Cheerios some days, but we have a better shot at actual vegetables if I have planned out the week’s meal and done the shopping over the weekend.
Everything goes better when I have an idea of what I want for an end result, and when I then set up a detailed road map to get me there.
Does everything always go according to plan? Absolutely not, but it’s a lot easier to modify and adjust than it is to build the plane while you’re flying.
My day. Goes best when I take an hour in the morning to assess the day before, what needs to happen today. Do I have on or off-site meetings, what is coming up in my week, what does my family need of me? Mom, wife and athlete are there on the list with worker-bee. If those obligations aren’t on the list, they somehow never get the respect they deserve.
Set out all the to-dos, organize them in order of importance, figure out how to delegate what is falling off the bottom of my list. And then, begin.
Those are my best days.
How about you, sister? Do you have a plan?