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The compass and the moon

As I headed towards Gare de Lyon, I saw a man on the metro with a large tattoo on his left inner wrist.

I couldn't tell if it was a compass or the helm of a boat. But because of the pronounced lines at NESW and the idea of navigating through life appeals to me, I decided it was a compass. Useless but full of symbolism.

'The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry,' wrote Maria of the unforeseen opening of dark skies above Paris that completely veered anticipated picnics and viewing of the lunar eclipse. In a blink of an eye, it was as if the universe released all its heavy burdens. Clear blue gave way to a blanket of clouds, the colour of molten steel. Hidden behind it a perfect celestial wonder. How quickly we expected one thing, only to arrive at another place.

One can plan and move towards one direction, but can never really know how things will move along.

It is both wonderful that life is unpredictable and annoying as F&^*K because some things, you just want to go your way. Like arriving on time instead of having an unexpected train delay that moves at the speed of molasses going uphill in sub-zero Canadian winter to arrive close to 2am (1hour and forty five minutes late). Like seeing the eclipse of the century instead of being frustrated at looking past an immovable curtain.

How to limit the unexpected? My husband's father, who is the most organized and disciplined person I know, recently advised me to control what I could because there would always be things that come up. It was then it occurred to me that I plan things like there will be no issues, not leaving room for hiccups.

Ironically my optimism is behind a lot of stressful events. I pack my days and tasks like a suitcase about to burst and plan as if all will go accordingly.

But just like I now have a watch that runs fast, I will now start to give a 30 minute buffer to every thing - meetings, trains, appointments. Because knowing where I am going is one thing. Making sure I've given myself enough time for all the unexpected stuff that can go wrong, is another.

Thanks Papy Jacques for the very good direction.