I've Got a Golden Ticket

I finally bought my ONE WAY ticket to Paris.

Talk about scary.

I know that it won't really sink in until I'm on the plane. (I'm not above having a minor breakdown in the middle of an airport.) As I was driving to the airport last summer, my mind was reeling, and I ended up getting a nose bleed. Maybe because I knew that it would be the end of my long-term relationship. Or because I knew it would be the beginning of something incredible. Who says you can't have a physiological reaction to a psychological epiphany?

But at the same time, I knew I was going to return. I had an end date. I had a future plan. Now? Who knows? If anything, I've learned that future plans are just smoke. Ephemeral. Its good to look to the future but to never count on anything.

For a long time, I've had a certain rule in dating: No planning into the future more than the amount of time you've been dating. If you've been dating 1 week, you can plan as far as the next weekend. 1 month, etc. It seems to work fairly well. I wonder if there's a way to apply the same principle to my life?

I guess on one hand, that should make me really really nervous - my lack of plan. Being the extreme organizer that I am. (Many of you can vouch for my obsession with Google Calendars.) But all I can feel is excitement! In my new found freedom from all plans, I have the ability to take advantage of any and every opportunity that comes my way.

Here's to hoping it works out. :-P