Nikki is like a lot of us. She’s taking control of her life.
Bob is like a lot of us. He’s given up trying to control what can’t be controlled.
While I believe Nikki is new to trying to this organized and specified life, she seems to have embraced it.
Bob embraces the sort of philosophy that fosters calm during a storm. If you don’t mind storms because you can’t control the weather, then there’s not a lot of frustration when life isn’t what you wrote down last month.
and sometimes on the way to the pizza truck you pass the Cajun shack and you forget you even had a plan.
Time to form the Church of Bob. “Just let things “be”.”
That’s too formal and … planned.
The Church Of Bob would happen when and if, it happened.
Que sera sera….
Bein terminal puts a different perspective on things
I used to be Nikki, now I’m Bob – or, more accurately, I’m like a Bob who has just surrendered to the futility of making plans beyond lunch rather than embraced it.
Definitely Team Nikki.
I understand the appeal of living relaxed like Bob, and it would sure be easier on my gut. But there have been several times in my life when being careful and thoughtful and a worrywart has saved my butt, and sometimes those around me as well.
And times when I missed something I should have been more worried about, and have regretted it. So, yeah. I grok Nikki.
Life is what happens when you make plans. I do sometimes have to do A-about F plans, and other times it’s you’re there and flow with what you are handed (or what backed up and got dumped on you). Life flowing is easier if you do have a great garden, no mortgage, no rent, and no car payments. (I have slept under vehicles, in barns, trailers, and cardboard boxes, and food may have been ‘Boil Twice Stew’ made from what you dumpster dove)
I have tried to make plans. Planning is as effective as standing on railroad tracks with earbuds in.