I had a plan for Wednesday at work. It didn’t really work out. It was all for the best, really. The other direction I ended up getting pulled in, the other stuff I ended up doing is probably going to pay better dividends for me, my employer and my clients in the long run.
But still. I had a plan, it was a good plan, and I had to put it off to the next day.
I had a plan for the evening, too. For the most part, it worked out as I intended. Wii Bowling with my highly competitive daughter. My son, hanging with his buddy for most of the evening. Chris having an evening out with one of his best friends from high school.
Right up to the part where I was going to go to bed, the plan went off without a hitch. Then something happened.
In the greater scheme of things, it wasn’t a big thing. It wasn’t a horrible thing. It was an echo, really. A hiccup, relatively harmless in and of itself.
Here’s the funny thing I’ve learned. You can’t uninterrupt things. You can’t stitch the moment back together. What you can do, is interrupt the interruption. You can keep nudging the trajectory, bit by bit, till you’re back going the right way again.