I remember while growing up, every December, my dad would call a gathering of all his children and ask us to tell him what we had achieved that year. At first, I was always angry with him because I wondered what I would be able to achieve in a year as a young guy who had just left secondary school. Little did I know that he was simply trying to train me to have the mindset to always plan. However, during that period, I haven’t got a plan, and I was simply trying to live one day at a time, with the hope that tomorrow would be better, as the future was bright.
Everything became blurry when my dad died unexpectedly, and as someone without a plan, I had to literally depend on others. It was that moment that redefined my life, and I started to have a plan, even though my plans are like the sides of a coin with a few backups. I know I can’t plan for everything, and it would always come out the way I want. However, I just feel a little bit more comfortable having a plan than having no plan.
Despite developing this habit, there are cases where I don’t plan at all. That’s when I am expecting and hoping for something from God. I simply put my faith to the test, and I tell myself if I perish or succeed, then it’s God’s plan.
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