My plans changed at the 11th hour last night.
And just as something fell apart, something else fell into place, and I was able to spend time with a friend I haven't seen in what feels like forever (a month).
I'm a planner. Ask me what I'm doing 6 months from now and I probably have a solid answer for you.
But I've started to realize that in doing so, I'm not leaving much room for the unknown. And sometimes the unknown means you end up at trivia on a Wednesday night, trying a new beer and loving it, eating messy chicken wings and loving it-- and laughing with your friends, and well, you know...loving it.