KK’s ceremonies were beautiful and while tears were shed, we were also celebrating her life, which more than one person referred to as charmed. There is no question that she truly enjoyed her days (at least until her beloved husband passed away 4 years ago, but that’s a little different). She filled her 93 years with social engagements, travel, art, entertaining, and time with family. And somehow she always fit manicure appointments in there, too.
(Charmed, you guys. She was a very very lucky woman, and she both appreciated and enjoyed that.)
I was struck by Marjorie’s comment yesterday: “It’s definitely times like these that make you stop and remember why we spend so much time planning our days: so that we can make sure we make lots of time for what really matters, because life unfurls so quickly.”
YES, YES, YES.
This is at the core of why I love to plan. Our time here may be long or short (though that’s all relative, of course!), but it’s never guaranteed. It’s so cliche, but every day really IS a gift. I sometimes beat myself up for time that feels wasted– on my phone or after a rough night with the kids that (sometimes) could have been prevented with better planning (irony?) or a different attitude. And it may seem trivial to worry about any one day, hour, or minute. But in the end, those precious time slots are all we have.
Planning helps me to make the most of each of those precious slots. Even the act of planning itself helps bring a reverence to each day, once which I think is well-deserved. And the result of planning is nearly always positive. It means fitting in the habits that are important to me. It means carving space for those that I love. It means taking small steps, one at a time, towards bigger projects that are important to me, and generally steering the direction of my life, one time block at a time. It means staying on the offense with respect to life’s little loose ends, so that they don’t steal time from me later (because often forgetting something small in the present can be a much bigger time suck in the future).
So I will keep filling out my Hobonichi planners* — one daily page at a time — hopefully until I’m 93 and scheduling dates with grandchildren and programming my self-driving car to get me there.
* Well, I can’t guarantee I’ll never stray and try another brand! But to be fair to Hobonichi, they really do have every feature that I can ever imagine myself needing.