How did I come to the beginning of a successful plan?

By realising that first and foremost Things Change .

I have a plan. (part 4)

I always had a plan. It was just never my plan.

God Bless your life. Good Evening. Good Morning. My name is Edwin Ruyonga and I live in Las Vegas. I am black and I am African and I am helping to raise my niece. I go to church multiple times a week and run 3 miles either a day or every few days. I fit in long walks when I can. I’m single, I don’t drink and I don’t smoke. There’s a lot more to me but this is a summary. This is also a description of me that at NO point in my life I planned on having. Any of it. I could assume that that makes it coincidence simply because it wasn’t in my plan per se or I could come at it from the angle I am about to.

Me having no successful plan was always part of the plan.

I’ve met people who tell me that things are going exactly as they planned. I took their word for it, because I have never been one of those people. I am just not. My plans either left me where I was or vice versa. I had some good plans I had some bad plans, I had part of the plans work and part of the plans fail, but eventually the plans would either fall off or take off, and I’d still be here, looking for another plan.

This was always part of the plan.

The futility of plans started to frustrate me. Well, started is the wrong word, we were past that. I had sought God all my life because I said I believed in him and I knew in the back of my mind that he always looked out for me, but reading the bible was too hard, not doing what I or everybody else wanted was too hard, praying was boring, and church goers seemed extra hypocritical so I just didn’t get that whole mess. I mean, I met a few cool ones along the way, but still. I just did a lot of things most of them didn’t, and I figured lying to God was useless and stupid anyway, so I figured he’d do that on his terms. I know right?

And even that was part of the plan.

A while ago I found a list I made. Exes it wasn’t good for me to talk to that I wouldn’t stop talking to. The inability to keep time getting to things. Smoking. Drinking. Going home with different chicks. Etcetera, etcetera. I found this list hidden somewhere in the midst of things I no longer needed and was going to throw away. I’d checked my successes when I’d first made it and when I found it most of the list had been unchecked. I then proceeded to throw the paper away without even updating the checklist. I realised soon after that when I’d made that list most of the stuff on it I’d just failed to do. But by the time I found it again and threw it away I could have checked off most if not all of that list, and I didn’t even take the time to.

If you have no list you have no plan.

So how did I get from having no working plan to having a currently successful plan without even noticing it? That by the way is one of the clues right there. Plans aren’t really successful until you can barely notice them because that’s how much they have been implemented into reality. If you just felt a complete jump from one extreme to another then welcome to my world. Somewhere between a broken heart and a mostly unchecked list something changed.

How were things suddenly going according to plan?

I have a plan. (part 3)

Have you ever been alone with no plan? I always had a plan.

Allow me to first say Good morning, good evening and God bless your life before venturing left field. Like I haven’t been doing that already. I was lost. I walking around with no destination. I was arguing with no conclusion. I was seeing without vision. I’m sure none of you have been here before. Not to be sarcastic but too many people like to fake it till they make it, act like they have it together, tell you how to do it like them, so I’ll make for argument’s sake like I am, and was, alone on this one.

I needed a plan. I aaaaaaalways had a plan.

Before I get to part 3 of I have a plan...

I am going to have start by saying this. Good Morning. Good Evening. God bless your life.

On second thoughts, sometimes keeping it real can go horribly wrong sometimes. Lets dilute this abit....

My friend and Pastor Danny Hand has a big picture for the clean up of the City the world calls Sin City. He believes God can free all these people fooling themselves into losing their money and piece of mind while thinking they are having the time of their lives because the  cheap and even expensive liquor is free while they pull levers, and the drugs are free while they dance it up with rich but broken idols of this country’s success, but it all gets expensive in the morning when they wake up to bad decisions, temporary friends heading to airports, broken homes and families, and body and mind decaying powder they would sell their souls for. He knows that when the party’s over the amount of clean up necessary is in direct disproportion to the STRENGTH, ability or even desire to sponge down, inside or out, physically, spiritually or otherwise.

I have a plan. (Part 2)

So now what was the plan? I always had a plan.

Suffice it to say at one point I stopped planning and started pitying. Everything went south. Well, the lady actually went north east and married a “friend” I introduced her to. It’s never that black and white and trust that it took a momentous and monumental amount of series of events to get to that conclusion. When I am trying to write a book and not a blog post, I’ll get into that in more detail. But that’s actually a jump forward. Let’s try to stick to the plan.

What was the plan? I always had a plan.

I have a plan. (Part 1)

I have a plan.

Somewhere in 2008 I slowly started to realise nothing was going according to plan. Maybe at that point I should have had the foresight to see that maybe, just maybe, that meant that I was following the wrong plan. That or maybe I just hadn’t accepted that the right plan was going to get followed regardless. Maybe I should have realised that nothing was just going according to MY idea of the plan.

You see, I did have a plan.

Do. Not. Com. Part. Mental. Ise me.

Good Morning, Good Evening, God BLess your Life.

I am a human being. Level my playing field because I level yours. I believe there's men, and then there's women. And they are equal, but they are not. Together they make equal, apart they are just Men and Women. Men. And Women. Women. And Men.

I am about to disown my race and ethnicity so I can inherit my humanity. Thank you society for deciding I can't be both human and black. I can't be human and African. I can't be human and male. A human and a man. A human and sane. Thank you for making me choose.

I choose Human.