Relocation Day: Your Plan vs. God’s Plan

I always imagined that the hardest part about making a move to the opposite coast would be dealing with the residuals of my past life. The picking up the pieces- throwing out what no longer serves me, packing those boxes and locking the door behind me for the very last time. 
I was very blessed in that I sold most things, made peace with the excess of my previous life and parted with many things. Angels showed up to pack my life away. The angels brought a cake that I could not eat because my nerves were working their magic on my stomach. I gave up at about 12:00 am the morning I was set to leave but not before making my family promise that they would store some of my things and return the mess that I had left behind into a pristine apartment. 
My brother slept on my couch to help me lug all of my baggage downstairs. At midnight, I set my phone’s alarm for 4:00 am so that I would be able to get ready and finished packing in time to leave for the airport at 6:00 am sharp. I connected my phone to its charger and passed out on my bed for the very last time. This was my plan.
I slowly open my eyes after peaceful sleep to discover- it is light out… that did not seem right. 4:00 am does not have any light. I looked at my phone, it displayed a caution message and was turned off. I must have missed my plane! I panic and run to the living room where my brother is sleeping… I wake him up and ask him the time – It’s 6:00 am. As my phone turns on I see a message from my friend who is scheduled to take me to the airport- he says, “I am downstairs whenever you are ready.”
How am I in this moment? I yell at my brother to take down all of my luggage as I rush to shower. I get ready and throw the rest of my toiletries in my bags. I collect the puppy and throw her in her carrier. I rush down and it’s 6:28 am. “Hey, maybe we should just leave at 6:30 am instead. I think that’s a better idea” I yell towards the guys who are waiting for me chatting by the car. They had packed the SUV to the brim. Only two seats left to spare.
We rush to the airport and sort out what terminal Virgin America is in. We rush in with three carts and make the line. We are standing in line for a bit when my friend goes to ask security where the check in personnel is. That is when we realize we are standing in the section for Virgin ATLANTIC. We run to the right section. 
After saying good bye. I make my way through security praying that I am not late. I get to my departure gate and board the plane. The pup goes under the seat in front of me. I ask the guy across the aisle to help me with my carry on. I sit down. I am waiting for take off and decide to make a call to my mom. 
The captain gets on the PA system. He says that the mechanics are working to fix the plane and are downloading software. This should take 20 minutes. Twenty minutes go by and he gets on again to announce that it will actually be taking 2 hours and that we would be deplaning to get on a new plane.  And that was when I could hear god laugh… I smiled.

At this point I don’t care about my plan working out or not. There’s a line form A Course In Miracles that says, “I do not perceive my own best interests.” Me, in my own limited brain, cannot for one second even pretend to know what is best or what should happen next. We rush and rush to plan, to predict, to make ourselves feel comfortable with the uncertainty of the future. We lose sight of the fact that our greatest asset is that uncertainty in the unknown. I no longer have my plan. I no longer rely on just myself. Life is bigger. Life is awesome when you know that the universe has your back. Moving to California has taught me that there are no limits and there’s no use in truly planning. Stick to broad strokes, ideas and desires – God will fill in the rest. Just put one foot in front of the other and you’re on the right path. It’s even better when you know that this adventure we call life will be not only be fun but that you will laugh along the way. As they say in California, I am in the wind…

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