Quite Random

Plans

Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.
John Lennon

My recent slump in mood is not down to moving, work pressure, friends with relationship troubles or cocking up my last assignment. It was good to blame these for a little while, but that’s a cop-out. I’ve been cheesed off because I allowed all that stuff to distract me from my plans, as nebulous as they are. I’m not the must goal-oriented person in the world, but I need goals. In 2003/4 I had two – to pay off a stack of personal debt, and travel the world. I can remember looking for the first element of the big trip – it turned out to be a voluntary project in India with Aidcamps. With that booked, everything else crystallised around it. If I don’t have a plan, I coast, I get bored, I watch too much TV, and my brain dribbles out of my ears.

Talking of crystallising, there was little more satisfying when I was younger than growing copper sulphate crystals on bits of string, so, in the spirit of hanging my little bit of string in the blue liquid and hoping something clings to it, plans are back on for the next project, and a date. Dates are good. Plans are good.