What's The Plan Man?

So after failing to get a job for which I was more than a certain candidate, my sister circle decided that we needed a weekend out by the lake to devise a plan. What kind of plan, well on a personal level a plan B for me and a universal plan to become wealthy. I was all gung ho about all of this until I got here and we started talking about ways to get rich and other "devise and conquer" tactics. Its not that I am against any of this because I truly believe that a sister with a plan is a dangerous weapon to reckoned with, but something in my spirit hit me. I suddenly decided that planning for me made no sense. I had spent my entire life planning. I planned to go to law school, I planned to live in Birmingham for 5 years; I planned to be a lobbyist, I planned to get out of Montgomery and move back to Mobile, where I planned to practice fair housing law. All my plans have come to fruition but none of it made me happy of left me fulfilled. So this got me to thinking that maybe planning isnt the best way to go at the moment, at least not where my life is concerned. Sometimes I believe it just best to go with the experiences and see where they take you. Take for instance the aforementioned job, I had planned out the next 3 years of my life around this job. Yeah it was a bountiful cornucopia of rich experiences, theoretically. I had planned to move to NOLA, rent a fly loft, pay off my car, write a book, travel, and become world renowned as a "community leader" who transcended the barriers of my community. Move over Majora Carter; I had next. Well apparently this isnt the vehicle for "next", but I had planned for it to be, and sadly when it didnt happen it left me in a 72hr hold of a tailspin. I havent to answer the ubiquitous question "So Simone, whats next? Whats your plan B?" Well I thought I had one but I noticed that it changed daily. First I was off to the Nirvana of the West, San Francisco. I had not a true clue what I would do out there but, by God that is where I was going to start a new.... in a bad economy,... with no job... and few resources. So the plan changed a bit, I decided that I would move into the suburbs of SF, Berkeley and enroll myself in UC Berkley's Urban and Regional Planning program; spend this month studying for the GRE, take it Dec 1st, and send my application in. Of course I was going to score so high on the GRE that they were going to give me all kinds of fellowships and scholarships and my financial situation would be ok. While all this is doable, my gut says no. I see that as instructions from the Source that feeds me. This isnt where I wil have you go or how I will have you get there. So the plan mutated again. I planned to move to NOLA anyway. I had enough skills and contacts to land a job and be ok. Nevermind that my new gig was based in Atlanta. I kinda sorta didnt want to move to Atlanta, and at the moment, my friends and family were playing "passed the Simone", so I didnt feel wanted there. But at the same time I didnt get a sense that moving to NOLA would be the best decision either. So where was I to go...see even the best laid plans havent exactly worked for me, and even when they did I still found myself looking for something more. So this morning when asked about my plans, I sidestepped the question. Today I no longer have a plan. I dont see the need for one at the moment. Maybe my plans arent big enough? Maybe my plans arent tailored enough to where God will have me to go? I dunno anymore but today I dont feel as if a plan is necessary. Today I just want to see where the rugged terrain of my existence takes me. I trust that God will guide me to the peaks and valleys I need to tread in order to grow and mature properly. That (S)He wont let me perish in the falls that I will surely encounter; I wont hit the ground lest it be on my feet, sure footed. For this experience I need no plan, just the ability to hear God when (S)He speaks to me, the obedience to follow those guiding words, and the willfulness to move... that is all the planning necessary...