"The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray."

By: Lauren

I’m a planner. I finish assignments early, I keep track of everything in a date book, I don’t like surprises. In fact, I hate them. It’s part of who I am. I like knowing what’s going to happen. I like being in control.

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During the last week of August I had planned a trip to California for FYF Fest. I had planned how much fun a weekend at a music festival would be and how I’d be beachside eating In-N-Out. I had planned to meet up with all my friends and to enjoy some of my favorite acts with people from tumblr and real life that I loved. Things didn’t go as planned.

I’m not a bold person; I mean obviously, I hate surprises. I don’t like taking risks, but I find myself doing things that everyone else deems bold and risky. My friends asked why I was traveling alone, they told me it was bold traveling to a festival solo, and some said they’d never do it. Even when I had passed through the FYF gates and was hanging with my first set of friends, a girl remarked that she’d never do a festival alone.

So, was I surprised when hours later I was over it? My phone lost service. The port-a-potties ran out of toilet paper and the dust was so thick my boogers had turned black. I started to cry. I was alone in California at a music festival and a guy was pained like a tribal jungle dude was hassling everyone to listen to his band. I just wanted to go home.

It was during that moment I realized I couldn’t plan everything. I had tried to plan this perfect weekend. I had tried to attend a festival and make it seems as fun as a YouTube live stream. I had tried and it failed, big time.

But, here’s the thing - I tried. I tried and failed at attending festivals, but little old me traveled across the country by myself, and I am an anxious person; things don’t come easy for me. And as I was boarding the plane home I realized that I hadn’t really planned at all. What the heck was I thinking when I had thought about this trip?

We can’t plan everything. And even our best laid plans are going to fall apart, and it’s in that moment I realized when everything fell apart that weekend, I learned so much more.

So as I boarded my final flight home and saw a guy in a Surfer Blood shirt, I made my final bold move and told him I loved that band. One hour later when the plane landed we had exchanged numbers and now we’ve been dating. Meeting him was not anything I had planned, but like the rest of my weekend, the unplanned paid off.

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We can’t always plan everything and sometimes those bold risks are worth the hassle, the anxiety and the tears, because in the end we may just learn a thing or two about ourselves.

 

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