I live life in broad strokes. I like having a “master plan” but stubbornly resist a routine schedule. For example, when traveling, I’ll make the hotel reservation, but would rather stumble upon a great spot for dinner. I figure it will all work out, and that by leaving time and room for serendipity, I’ll end up with a richer experience. For the most part, good fortune intervenes.
I realize not everyone is comfortable with this approach.
Each New Year’s, between cleaning out my purses, closet, and inbox, I reflect on how I used my time for the past twelve months and set forth some general and fungible goals. What do I want to learn? With whom do I want to spend more time? I realize fate may thrust these decisions on me but in the meantime I can pretend it’s in my control.
Painter Alan Reid captures my mood. All of his women appear to suffer both ennui and good fortune with equanimity.
Gallery representation: Lisa Cooley