Losing the Thread ...

He who every morning

plans the transactions of the day,

and follows that plan

carries a thread that will guide him

through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

Victor Hugo

Perhaps this is my problem, losing the thread that would otherwise guide me through the labyrinth of my life.  I do not like structure after a long life of limits and boundaries.  I quit wearing a watch around 5 years ago as my day has an altogether different cadence without it.  Sometimes I think twenty minutes have flown by when in fact it has been an hour and a half!  Then in other parts of the day, I think I have wasted too much time exploring, but in real time only minutes have passed.

I am amazed when I recall my mother declining an invitation to play the card game Canasta because she had to clean the house.  Are you kidding me?  If I even think someone might call, I am ready to jet!

Not having this thread would explain why my day so easily unravels.  I will have wonderful intentions, but my focus seems to shift as I wander from room to room.  I'd like to think of this lack of discipline as spontaneity.   I am open and willing to change course with the slightest of ease.

Without the entanglement of this thread, I am much more apt to just go with the flow, to allow myself to be called, and to be where I need to be.  I don't suppose there is a right or wrong, just a choice of how you might want to be.