Schedules keep me sane. Checklists are the scaffolding of my life. Beginning with the end in mind is mandatory.
When I was 16, my penchant for predictability was significantly challenged. Up to that point, I had planned everything from what I’d eat the next day for breakfast (Strawberry Squares cereal) to how my pre-med, Utah-born dreamboat would propose (fireworks, waterfall, Tiffany ring).
However, with the announcement that my family would literally be moving half-way around the world, all of these plans changed. Everything I’d been hoping for seemed unattainable. Even the cereal was unavailable, and I had to settle for “konfurekusu” — cornflakes. And not the frosted kind.
I spent a long time (as in years) viewing this dramatic change as a departure from the way my life was supposed to go.
My time in Japan and many other experiences (including those of the past two weeks), have taught me, though, that there is a much bigger plan for my life than the one I mapped out as a teenager.
That plan includes greater pain and grander joys than I could have imagined. It’s difficult. It’s rewarding. It’s overwhelming. It’s awe-inspiring. And, in the end, it’s the only one that’s supposed to work out.
“The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s ‘own,’ or ‘real’ life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life — the life God is sending one day by day.” ― C.S. Lewis, “The Collected Works of C. S. Lewis”