When wrong is right

10 days to go. Of course the school custodian and I have an ongoing argument about how to count how many days are left. She thinks that once she's here in the morning, you can subtract that day and move on to the next number. I don't get that at all - if I still have my whole day to go through, the day aint over yet, so I aint counting it. So she'd say we have 9 days left, since we're here now. Whatever.

How many days isn't important - the question is, "How many plays?" and the answer is NONE! Done with all the plays for the year. Wow, what a show last night. So many things went wrong, but it was fabulous nonetheless - the kids did a great job holding it together in the face of hilarious mishaps. Everyone who was there was treated to something unique and special - weird, and not at all as planned, but somehow even better because of it.

And maybe sometimes I need reminding of that. Plans help you keep it together, as long as you don't grow too attached to them. I have to remember to look at plans the way Kilgore Trout looks at his stories..."Easy come, easy go."

Some of the best things (large AND small) in my life were NOT part of my plan. My job. Our extended stay in Amarillo in 2007. The twins. Only one plan matters, and that plan is not mine. And that plan is not something I have any business attempting to figure out. All I can do is trust it, and take care of the grunt work while I'm waiting for the big reveal.

One of the songs that Steph and I danced to at our wedding reception is "Thanksgiving" by Poi Dog Pondering. It bears a full quote here:

"Somehow I find myself far out of line from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could attest to that, but I'm keeping on.
Would our paths cross if every great loss had turned out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold, hardly a rainbow lighting my way
But I will be true to the red, black and blues that colored those days.
I owe my soul to each fork in the road, each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no bitter attitude can dissolve my sweetest find
Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right."

And to bring it all full circle...I did not plan to make this a deep, spiritual blog post. And yet here it is.

More later!

Matt