This morning, I plan to coffee with a friend. He feels poorly. I get a little more much-needed sleep.
One Nia colleague is traveling, another is ill. I unexpectedly teach class and get to dance-celebrate a friend’s birthday.
I think a swim on a hot morning after teaching would feel good. It is raining. I had forgotten the wonder of swimming in a gentle summer rain.
I talk to a friend whose plans for backpacking have been derailed by the weather. “Oh well,” she said. “Something else great will happen instead.”
I thought I’d spend the day packing and organizing for our trip. Instead, I’m reading rainbow posts and cheering on love and crying again and again.
Sometimes, plans are overrated.