Preach Through My Lyrics

  Lately I am becoming wary of making plans. I'm not talking about stuff like maybe travelling sometime next month, or enrolling for school, or career related things. That's a stretch. My idea of plans here is what many people would deem inconsequential. You know, things like getting up tomorrow morning, or calling someone in the afternoon. Making fried rice for dinner, going to church on Sunday, folding that laundry I did a week ago, or simply just eating at some point before the day ends. I'm becoming wary of making plans because, quite frankly, I don't know. I don't know whether my body will still have the strength it had when I said I would run some errands in town. I don't know whether my mind will decide to shut down just when I'm supposed to help a friend out with a project like I said I would. I don't know when my appetite will figure it's an excellent time to up and leave, or my tastebuds decide to tell my brain that even my favorite things