21 May Planning vs Improvising (Part 1)“Who fails to plan, plans to fail” has been my motto for many years. Lots of attributes has been put on my name – control freak – boss – army general, you name it. Even my 12 years old son would say to his friends who would come or sleepovers “Welcome to my world” with a little hint in his voice when presented with my road map welcome speech. In fact planning has played a major role in my feeling secure. I would think about hundred things that could go wrong and would spend sleepless nights. Than I would simply click on my iphone’s calendar in the darkness of the room, despite the complaint of my half awake husband and start to check the remaining days until “D day” arrived – I would do my forward planning – what to squeeze where, when, how, what, which questions and rewind it to backward planning to double check tasks versus days. Any tentative plan would be drafted, hard printed and duplicated with a Plan B in case if people involved would fail to the plan! When faced with criticism I would defend myself with one of my favorite quotes of Winston Churchill’ “Let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning”. In my business settings, I loved to have everything set up well in advance: daily, weekly, monthly tasks would be listed with extreme care. Even my working desk would be shared in 4 pieces clock wise, ranging from urgent-important matters, urgent but not important matters, important but not urgent matters, not important and not urgent matters that would still be dealt before the due date. I would assign two people for the same task – as a back up system in case if one fell sick or fail to the task and consequently fail to the plan. Just visualize the game that kids play-placing cards one next to other one – standing interdependently on the floor; carefully they would try to build the longest tale possible. As the big “finale” of the game – they would just push with one finger the first card that would topple up on the following ones until they all stand face up on the floor. That’s how I would imagine a mistake tearing down the whole plan. Although planning made me feel safer and on the top of things, it was also transforming me to somebody who would stir her mind endlessly with the fear of missing to foresee the thousands of wrongdoings and possibilities that might never happen! When presented with an idea, opportunity or last minute plan, I would become sarcastic and directly refuse it because it was simply not fitting into my so hard worked plan.
- Was I not missing any opportunities along the way by pushing away any improvisation?
- Was I not poisoning my well being by hashing innumerable probabilities?
- What if I was the source of any failures by the simple fact of “Law of attraction”?