Plans

Somewhere, in some desolate and dismal landfill, there is a nondescript cardboard box. It’s taped up and it’s heavy. The box is full of used envelopes, their backs covered with the scratchy, indecipherable scrawl of an overused ballpoint pen. Each envelope bears yet another plan for my life … carefully bullet-pointed, sometimes elaborate, each life plan was hopeful and ambitious. Few of these jottings ever came to pass and I began to realize, in the nick of time, that I had overlooked important bits of my life plan entirely … bits about having fun … resting … visiting friends … chilling … and encouraging others.