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Planning is a forte of mine. I am naturally good at planning. Johnson O’Connor Institute calls this aptitude “foresight.” Well, I’ve got a lot of it.

Some folks think this means I cannot go with the flow. And it’s a little true – I cannot easily just let life roll. Unless I have a plan.

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I meal plan. This week had a Taco Tuesday. While at a swim meet with a child, my Husband and other children ate out instead of the beautifully planned, prepped, and presented Taco Tuesday. That’s OK! Guess what Wednesday’s dinner was? Taco Wednesday. And even better, that was one less meal to prepare on hump day.

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The kids’ lessons are planned. And trips out to enjoy lessons are planned. What happens when the 14yo doodles and listens to music for two hours at the super awesome Salvation Coffee rather than work on lessons? He does them later. And that’s a day’s less work for me look over.

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I plan my downtime – yoga, knitting, reading, etc. So I didn’t get to yoga after I cleaned up breakfast as planned because the 12yo wanted to talk. T(w)eens talk a lot. So I listened. And she talked some more. And before I knew it was time to skrt skrt out the door. OK. So when we made it back home, I hit the mat before leaving for the swim meet.

If I have a plan, I can alter the plan. If I don’t have a plan, I plan to panic. Why? Because there’s no map, no waze, not even google maps to help find alternate paths.

Best part of planning is that I often can knock out the expected so when the unexpected chain mail coif request for the airsoft battle less than 12 hours away comes across the wire, I can stop and make a kid happy.

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Longtime readers of this blog and those who know me as a human in the real world know that I am big on personal responsibility. I believe, with great sincerity, that the majority of my life is the result of my choices – the good, the bad, the meh. All of those choices. The way I respond to each moment in my life is always my responsibility. Life is a series of choices.

My friend, Tricia, introduced me to a thirty day yoga journey with a YouTube Yogi named Adriene. While no stranger to yoga, I’m not a big watcher of programs and such so I had never know about this young woman who is quite the awesome yoga teacher.

While I have enjoyed practicing with her each day this month, Day 12: Curate struck me the most thus far. Adriene states throughout the practice that individuals make the choices on their mats, in their lives, in their world. After that particular practice on a Sunday, I took the time to soak (a practice I hold dear and will discuss more when I feel like it) and while soaking I was reading and article about a Sudanese immigrant farmer in issue 25: Hearth of Taproot magazine. As I read the overarching theme for me was also about making choices. Life is a series of choices.

Surely there are reminders of my personal responsibility all throughout my days, but this day was like a megaphone – choose the way you respond, Woman! And so it goes.

I make good, bad, and meh choices. I always will. So will most others. When something happens – an accident of some sort – while my choices may not have actively contributed to the accident, I can choose how I respond to the accident. Or the argument. Or the mistake. Or the cosmic fail. Life happens. Life is a series of choices. I am ultimately responsible for me.