There is one word I can say to my sister that will bring her
to her knees. It’s the dreaded “P” word,
Planning. She would rather kiss the
south end of a northbound goat then plan something. There is indeed a time and place for
planning, but as I’ve enjoyed more life experiences, I’ve come to realize that
sometimes the “un-plan” is the best plan.
I know there is a definite place for planning, as I plan
things for a living, but as far as my playtime, I choose to follow my sister’s
lead and work the “un-plan.” In honor of my sister, the “P” word will now be
replaced with the “U” word, Un-Plan!
Go out and un-plan your weekend. You’ll be glad you did.
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