Just Go With It

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?

11 thoughts on “Just Go With It

  1. That picture is AMAZING. I had no idea that snowflakes actually looked like that. I didn’t see snow until I was 15 and I can still count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen it. I hope to make it to Maine one day, as one of my besties is from there, but definitely not for Winter. Summer is probably cold enough for my Florida bones. 🙂

    Love this post, V! I’m totally not a spur of the moment gal, nor am I super adventurous. My little S has such enthusiasm for life and she has reminded me to live more in the moment. I know I’m going to enjoy this as she grows older.

    • Thanks B! I’ve never seen the details of the flake before. J has, but he swore as we saw this, that he remembered it being more like a dream since it never happened again. It was pretty fantastic. And yes, we must get you here sometime in the winter and I can introduce you to snowshoeing and sledding followed by hot cocoa by the coal-burning stove. (NOT shoveling- that rots)

      Sounds like S has a lot to teach us both! I’ll think of her the next time I want to plan ahead!! xo

  2. I love this Vic! Funny thing is I thought I was reading about me & Tony in the beginning….he’s taught me to be less structured and a bit more go with the flow over the last few years. Sounds like you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that snowflake picture is amazing.

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