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Planning is not my forte*. I know what it is and what its purpose is, but I just never seem to be able to do it. At the start of each year in secondary school every student was given a planner, and a big bowl of apathy. Both seemed as useless as each other, but they were handed out every year without fail. I never made much use of the apathy and the planner just became my daily graffiti journal, a place I could perfect my ‘2K2′ tag. Writing the date in a cool way seemed to be my primary pre-occupation at that time, and it was clearly very important to me.
I do remember once a teacher told me off because I had forgotten to bring my planner to school that day. The next time I had it they said I have to write in my planner that I must remember to bring it every day. So I then had to write in a thing I never wrote in, read a thing I never read, in order to remind me to take a thing I never take. Needless to say, I had some very disappointed teachers, and my planning never really improved. My 2k2 tags were poppin’ though.
I suppose you could say that I am someone who values spontaneity. I tend to focus on the here and now, and think about what I feel or think at that moment. I often work from the rather binary decision-making strategy of deciding whether I am happy, and if the answer is no, I change something. Or if something sounds even better that what I am doing, then I do that.
A few years ago I was living in Germany and after being there for 9 or 10 months I decided to move to Vienna. This is something which had never occurred to me before, and had never been a goal of mine, but a change is as good as a rest as they say.
Now, a good planner would have made sure when they left Germany that there was no more rent to pay, a good planner would have also saved some money for their new life, a good planner would have organised a new therapist, or at least checked the process for accessing mental health professionals in their new country, a good planner may even get a job prior to moving, and a good planner would also organise residency permits and other legalities.
But as we have already established, I am not a good planner. I thought of this idea on a Thursday, and was on a bus to Vienna by the Sunday morning.
Today though, in preparation for moving to Ireland in July, my girlfriend and I have been planning. Well, when I say planning. This is Mindfump planning. I suppose to the average person, I have just been thinking. Something which I have no prior experience of. We have been thinking ideologically, about what we want and where we want to be. Looking at towns and villages we may like to live in, and places we could work.
I think that promotes me from ‘Improvisor’ to ‘disorganiser’, I admit that I am still some way from organised. Largely because I have no way to move my furniture from Vienna, I have no job, no savings, no long-term accommodation, no healthcare coverage and no idea about the legalities of moving – yet. I do have an idea though, at least an idea where my life is going and what that should include in Ireland. I think that is the start of planning. That must be phase one. Idea, then plan around that. So that is what I am doing.
I am mentally feeling good though, I find that when new things are happening and mundanity* is gone from the rear view mirror I am content. The big mental hurdle will arrive after all these things have been and gone. I seem to need projects and change, to satisfy myself. This is certainly change enough for now. Although if things ever get really mundane, I can start work on my ‘2K17’ tag*.
*Forte is the strongest part of a sword. Every day is a learning day.
*That makes me feel old.