Ask anyone, I’m a planner.
I have to be for my job. I need to be when I train. I like to be for my life.
That doesn’t always means I am organized, (need proof? look at my closets!) but I do like to know what I’m doing or where I’m going well before any big trip, project or event arrives.
My husband? He’s the last-minute master. He often books his plane tickets a day or two before he leaves for a trip, he’s the guy doing laundry an hour before he heads to the airport, and he leaves the house to see a movie in a theatre at the time the printed schedule shows the movie will begin.
Rarely does J miss his flight, mis-pack or miss the movie.
It drives me nuts, in part because in my business when you arrive late, you miss the story. But his way works just as well as mine. It’s just different.
He lives in the moment. I plan for the moment. We both love the moment.
Lately, I’ve been trying to go with the flow a bit more regularly.
If he suggests a last minute change, I go with it.
If I didn’t, I never would have dreamed of jumping into the Atlantic Ocean on the Maine coast last Thanksgiving Day. It was an exhilarating, albeit frigid, experience that I wouldn’t trade for the world.
But I might not have considered it in my past. It was cold, it was winter and well, I’m not crazy.
Then I thought – what the hell. I only live once. Why not?!
So after our (planned) holiday hike up Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, we set off for Sand Beach. We didn’t have swimsuits along so we both improvised. Sports bra, running shirt and undies for me, underwear for him, and we bolted past a gaggle of tourists and jumped into the crashing waves.
We splashed at each other and I was pummeled by a giant wave. And I outlasted my husband in the freezing ocean.
It. Was. Amazing.
Once we were back on dry land, shivering and covered in towels and blankets by our loving family, we questioned our sanity. And bragged about our feat.
On Friday, I had a similar – but far less freezing – moment at my in-laws. Following our morning walk around the property, my husband asked me to wander off with him.
I was cold. I needed to use the bathroom. I wanted to head inside and hit the treadmill.
But I didn’t. And Mother Nature rewarded us with huge snowflakes, the kind where you can see each flake’s intricate, unique design. Words can’t describe how enthralled I was with this discovery.
So today I say, just go with it. You may not have planned for it. But you likely won’t regret it.
What are some spur of the moment decisions you’ve made lately? Have you taken the less traveled path? Where did it lead you?