Because I hit so many snafus, I heard something over and over again that seems particularly South African. “No worries,” someone would say when it was obvious we had worries. “We’ll make a plan.”
I found this phrase almost magically comforting. It sums up everything positive about humanity — that whole trip through the accident-prone, bedeviled “hero’s saga” that’s told in a million variations by people all over our planet.
The moment you say, “No worries, we’ll make a plan,” is the moment you let go of the old plan. You come back to the reality of the present moment — the stalled traffic, the missed plane, the broken arm, the eruption of some unpronounceable volcano — and surrender to death and rebirth. Then you dream up a new scheme, and launch the hero’s saga, whether you call it Option B, or C. or R. You just keep making plans until the plan works.
As often mystifying as this trip was, it’s also reassuring to think that something as simple as making plans is what prevented me from totally losing my marbles. So the next time you find yourself wondering just how you’re ever going to get from here to there, take a tip from my South African friends and simply make a plan.