The following is a poem I wrote for my daughters, who are learning firsthand how despite best laid plans, life has an agenda all its own.
Just when you have it all figured out
just when you’ve got what you want
you confidently stride into the batter’s box
and are called upon to bunt.
This is life
And so it goes
With little warning
(or maybe no)
something will happen
On this you can trust
Your plans will change
and life won’t feel just.
For no one has any real control
The truth is, it’s all a mirage
Little bits of grandeur
tucked away in our garage.
So if there’s just one thing you need to know
as you ride the highs, and suffer the lows,
it’s that the only way to have real control
is to risk your heart, and just let go.