“I’m not a planner, I just go for it.”
That’s what the guy at the grocery store was saying to his buddy as they shopped and talked and walked down the aisle. I passed them and smiled and wanted to say “I’m with you all the way buddy.”
But I didn’t.
There was a time when I would have thought that outlook on life was frivolous and OK for the younger thinkers among us.
Wasn’t there a time when we all thought we would live forever and planning ahead was for the old folks who lived across the street? I hate to admit it, but I think I was still leaning in that direction ten years ago when life was chugging along and cancer was in some one else’s life, not mine.
But cancer has a way of giving a carefree life style whiplash. If cancer does anything to a life, and it does a lot, one thing it really does, is teach you how to look ahead and plan ahead. It’s a crash course in growing-up.
So I guess, I’m the old ‘folk’ across the street now. Years and cancer have contributed to that incarnation.
But I must admit, I wish it was me who had said that!