<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416412307958210171.post-6143899565891120119</id><published>2007-12-16T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:35:51.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/5804/istock000003897091xsmalxg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It all starts with a faint whisper. But for stubborn girls like me, curiosity crescendos to a loud calling I can't ignore. Meanwhile, the holidays are here and here I am. I kneel down and a 4 year old wraps its arms around me and as my cheek feels a kiss, I look up to a festive home filled with dozens of relatives. I'm home. Another hug, it's my young energetic uncle "aren't you in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; yet?" I smile. "Soon!" and now it is me who changes the subject. Yes, soon… oh, so soon! My list tells me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Long detailed lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plan A… Plan B. Plan C. Plan Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? Because routines and lists are life's great anesthetic that numbs us into a sense of security… but they also end up trapping us into habits that don't allow us to grow. I feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plans; life's Roadmap. While I've been occupying my mind tirelessly hours on end with one plan, one goal. Somehow a new (unplanned) door gracefully opened before me. Accept life's surprise for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My controlling nature rebels and demands I follow my old plan down to its most meticulous detail… but to my surprise, life wooed me and here I am, going to Rome with a new plan I didn't plan for, I didn't write for myself, but with new ways that have entirely captivated me! The best things in my life never had a long list, were never part of my plans... they are things that just happened, and I almost didn't dare give them the chance to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently something changed inside me. I'm comfortable enough that I no longer need strict plans to give me security, and I no longer need external permission... funny thing is that by letting go I now have both of them. Pfff!. Thanks, I guess, but I'll just take the flexibility of my internal safety blanket that goes where I go, and I'll adjust to the rest of life's details as they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;January is almost here. Where did the year go? Life flies by oh so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plan B. That's the one. Plan Be. I'll dive in to life abroad and allow my life to just Be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" size="10pt" style="margin: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenamoon.typepad.com/weblog/2007/10/welcome-to-sacr.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zenamoon.typepad.com/sacredlifesunday.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3416412307958210171-6143899565891120119?l=candletocandle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candletocandle.blogspot.com/feeds/6143899565891120119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3416412307958210171&amp;postID=6143899565891120119' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416412307958210171/posts/default/6143899565891120119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3416412307958210171/posts/default/6143899565891120119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candletocandle.blogspot.com/2007/12/plan-b.html' title='Plan B'/><author><name>Roam2Rome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02401312681510618547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05604730990301157309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry>