I headed up North to my Mom with my best friends Hildur and Sildur to spend a week here. Sun is shining and tempereature got under zero after heavy rain fall so the yard is dangerously slippery. My 80 yr old Mom is carrying fire wood and playing with the dogs outside. I am planning. I plan my work schedule, ski boots model and binding, China travel plan, apt renting plan, 3 different jobs to fit together plan. I also plan to get out and running in the woods, that is the safest place now since snow remains snow there and not turn into ice so fast.
At this point, plans should begin to take the form of an act. Moving the legs into right direction is essential. I travelled here with my adult son from Helsinki in night train and now I am 800 km further away from my goal, Antarctica. I am sending messages, checking relevant net pages, living in virtual reality, but I wish to DO. Doing is a physical action and too little of that makes me nervous. This is the point before the plan (dream) becomes reality, when it's only a mere abstraction without concrete form. I really wish for many things in my life as everybody I guess, but DOing is what my Mom does, delivering bird seeds and throwing sticks to dogs.