The bottom line of the morning newspaper horoscope said "Tonight, be spontaneous." I read this aloud to my husband and we both immediately began planning what our spontaneous evening might be. That's the joke. How can two control freaks allow a spontaneous evening to arise? There's probably a punch line someplace to answer that question, but I haven't come up with it yet.
I don't remember whether or not we spent that evening performing a spontaneous activity, but I did begin thinking about spontaneity. Myself, I'm a planner, and I'm married to another one. We egg each other on in our attention to the details of the future. Not a lot of room for spontaneity when you flow-chart your chores, errands, and life so as to be as efficient as possible.
Nonetheless, change is in the air. I don't know when it was that I noticed a shift in my planning self. Perhaps it was when we were under a deadline for an upcoming dinner party and I realized that as late as Thursday I had not detailed either the shopping list or the timetable for Saturday night's do. This was unheard of.
Something had shifted in my brain. Looking ahead was no longer part of my mandate. And yet, despite this lack of organization, the dinner party took place without any embarrassing mistakes. A new age dawns. Maybe.
Of course, the question that poses itself is this: am I consciously facilitating and embracing this new, more spontaneous phase of my life—or is my mind simply no longer capable of planning? Well, no matter why the shift is happening, it's not a bad thing to move toward spontaneity and away from rigid control. So I'm taking this as a positive change.
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