The Plan

When I graduated from Fordham College in 1965, I had no plan.  There was nothing I really wanted to do.  Not even go to graduate school.  For what?  But I had to do something because, well, that is what you did after college…something that looks like a career.  My heart was not really into it.  Well, if the heart is not into a work, it will go into something else.  I liked to party.  That is not a good career move.  It is costly, not only in what you lose, but in what it costs.  Now, I go to bed at 8:00 PM and get up in the wee hours of the morning, exercise/pray/work.  What happened to the party guy?  He decided to live.  Now that is a plan.