That was before the pollen settled in. So I’ve shifted that window cleaning time frame. It was a obvious choice.
Plan A wasn’t going to work. So a Plan B was necessary.
The older I get, I’m finding Plan Bs are often necessary. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off to go ahead and start with Plan B.
Shifting to Plan B hasn’t always been easy for me. For a while it felt like giving up. It felt like I’d failed. It felt – well, bad.
Then I had an epiphany – thanks to a young pal of mine. She was five at the time. We were making pancakes for dinner. After burning three batches (I know, I know…) she walked over to me with a loaf of bread and said, ” I think we need to wake up and smell the burnt pancakes. French toast sounds good to me.” Plan B. It was that simple.
Burned pancakes and French toast became my metaphor for Plan B. So when what I’m doing is not working or what I’ve planned clearly will not work, I imagine that beautiful child’s smirk, smell the pancakes and figure out the french toast for the situation.
How do you know when it’s time for Plan B? How do you make the shift?