Development

One of the most difficult things to learn for those of us who like our options wide open is to formulate a plan. That being said, a more difficult thing to learn is when to appropriately change it. We work so hard and are so driven and ambitious, that we make a plan for what we term success and head straight towards it. We consider contingencies and alternatives, anticipating difficulties along the way, hopefully with our eyes wide open. We rarely consider when it's time for plan B. B for bailout, like with a parachute. Or not. Just a cutting of one's losses.

At some time, wisdom dictates that it is time not only change an approach but to head for a different airport all together. I think what makes old age so ... um ... old is the loss of the ability to not only roll with the punches but also to change venues. Adaptability and exploration, and freshness with unlimited horizons. Piqued curiosities and wonderment. And the excitement that comes with them. These are what keeps the number on your driver's license false, as the years go. I see this all the time in my patients, and you can see why their parents are getting old.

Experience and time, yes, must provide wisdom and quite possibly a tempering of this youthful fervor, but never its suppression. Maybe make the focus more efficient and energy more directed, sure. But that is a different topic.

At some point, plans may need to be scrapped, maps and compasses have to be reconsulted, and new ground work must be laid. With the addition of the items from this previous post: HERE, a decision has be made, not an option consider, but deliberate action taken to redirect one's course.

It might mean after a lifetime of going, it's time to come. Or after a time of blindness, it's time to look. A time give, a time to ask. A time to recreate, a time to labour.

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" - Ecclesiastes 3:1