In less than a month, I’ll be in South Korea. That’s literally the other side of the world for me, 13 or 14 hours difference. A different time. A different date. A different culture. A different currency. A different language.
I didn’t know I was going to do this a year ago. I can’t find any journal entries where I list anything about Korea, about moving there, about it being part of my life plan. I can’t find any because those journal entries don’t exist.
But that’s the way I like it.
I suppose I have an idea of what I’d like to do after my one-year contract in Korea is up. I have a business I’d like to grow. I’ve considered returning to school for an MBA. I’ve thought about staying in Korea even longer or maybe moving somewhere else to teach English. I have a few other ideas I’d rather not mention yet.
And there’s a family in there somewhere. Marriage. Kids. Adoption.
Thing is, planning sounds great, and it is when it gives some direction, a reason to move forward. But when I look back on, say, the past five or ten years of my life, I don’t see much of a plan, at least not one I created.
Instead, I see me taking one step at a time, responding to what’s next.
That’s a lesson for writing. You write one paragraph, one sentence, at a time. Once you have the material, you can edit it. Until then, you do what’s next. And then what’s next. And then what’s next.
I had no idea I would move to Korea. I had no I idea what I would write in this post. Yet here we are. Life is the journey.
“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” -Proverbs 16:9
