Life Without Borders

So this is my life...without Borders.  Yes, the bookstore; the place I thought I would find my future husband.  It went out of business and every time I drive past the depressing abandoned building I think about my life and how most of it hasn't worked out the way I planned.  Yes, that's me...a planner.  For as long as I can remember, I've had a plan.  Oh, my plan has changed over the years, but I've always had a plan in the back of my mind.

Lazy Sunday afternoons were often spent getting lost in the stacks of books and music at Borders.  It was one of my favorite places to hang out.  I'm not sure I really ever thought I'd find my husband tucked neatly in the rows of paperback friends, but it is a nice thought.  He could've been there; scouring the shelves of the art section looking for a Warhol biography or reading the first chapter of the latest thriller in the comfy chair towards the back.  

The point is...Borders is gone and it is time to change my plan again.  Honestly, I've been going without a plan for a while now.  I've been allowing life to happen to me and I'm not sure that works for me.  I feel like I need a plan, but one without the hard limitations I've placed on myself in the past.  My past plans have always included timelines that are impossible to meet.  I'm looking for the new plan to be simpler.  Making an effort to include things in my life that I want to be part of my life and letting go of the things that shouldn't be there.

Living without Borders and living without borders.