Plans

"Plans are nothing, planning is everything" - Dwight D. Eisenhower

Plans certainly can change. I recently returned from my winter break, during which I did as little work as I could manage. I spent yesterday cleaning my kitchen, and will be tackling the rest of my apartment, room by room, over the next week or so. I came into work today to clean my desk and get my thoughts organized for school, which starts next week.

There exists a file on my computer that is rather vulgarly titled "Sh*t Melissa needs to f@#king get done.docx", which is a list of things I need to do, divided up by months. This was my feeble attempt to get organized and give myself some direction last fall. I looked at the file today.

I did almost nothing that was on that list last semester.The things I did complete didn't happen during the allotted times, either. I remember being busy last fall, with most of my brain power going to writing a very large grant proposal. I didn't do "nothing", I just didn't do most of the stuff I initially set out to do.

Plans are pointless. They change. They are good intentions. There are things I absolutely need to do, but priorities shift around, and I'm finding that despite my best efforts, planning out work is an almost comical endeavor.

But I'm going to do it anyway. I can at least say that I tried.