How’s it going? I was the victim of poor planning of my own design last week, and remembered I forgot to let you in on the shenanigans.
Let’s get to it.
I’d like to pop back to the funeral I went to last Friday, if only for a bit. As you might know, at funerals they serve tons of food…
And someone has to eat all that food. If they don’t, it has to be stored or given away. (The ladies serving food chose option 2).
So everybody decided to take what they wanted. I went with my parents and brother to this shebang, so Mom handed me the jar of pickles to, as I recall, “put in a bag.”
I went to hunt for a bag and didn’t find one. I ended up putting the jar in my winter hat, on its side so the jar itself couldn’t tip over and break (you may see where this is going).
Everything was fine until my brother started smelling pickle juice.
The bad news? My hat was soaked. The good news was not a lot of juice escaped, so there wasn’t a miniature flood of the green sour stuff everywhere.
Sometimes how we plan for things to work out isn’t the way they go–whether that’s thumbs-down feedback from editors, beta readers, or clients, a blah response from prospects, or what-have-ya.
There are better, wiser solutions, and there are more focused actions, for sure. There are also times we can (and should) look for a better solution than the one right in front of us.
Doing something, though, beats doing nothing almost every time.
Tomorrow is Triple F. Be sure to stop by.
Until next time,