Monkey Wrench in my Plans

Here I am in the Netherlands waiting for life to click into place.  There has been quite the mixture of experiences so far.  Many of them snafus or of the trial-and-error nature (more errors than anything else).  In the grand plan in my head leaving the USA was supposed to be the hard part.  Stepping into a new life in the Netherlands of course was to be the easy part.  Well, two weeks into this grand plan is showing me it was the other way around.  No matter how well laid out you think your plan is there is always a large amount of unpredictability.  How well you manage those moments as they surface is what determines if it was a successful execution or not.

The US portion of the move went rather smoothly.  It had its ups and downs, but all the loose ends tied themselves up quite nicely.  It has been the integration part of stepping into my new life that has me in a bit of a tailspin.  How I choose to navigate the tailspin will be a test of my creative skills.  My vision of living in the Netherlands still holds true.  The plan to achieving that vision needs some adjustment. The usual first step is to identify the where the monkey wrench landed.  Step two is to assess the damage followed by damage control as the third step.  Step four is a check in on how damage control is going while plotting the new course.  Final step is steering full on into your new tweaked plan.

One other piece that is essential to the success of you plan is support.  Don't be afraid to call in the team for help.  Think Pulp Fiction.  The scene with Wolfe, Jules, Vincent & Jimmie.

The Wolf: You must be Jules, which would make you Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?
Jimmie : Uh, one hundred percent.
The Wolf : Your wife... Bonnie comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that right?
Jimmie : Uh-huh.
The Wolf : I was led to believe that if she comes home and finds us here, she'd wouldn't appreciate it none too much?
Jimmie : [laughing] She wouldn't at that.
The Wolf : That gives us exactly... forty minutes to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which, if you do what I say when I say it, should be plenty. Now, you've got a corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.

Disclaimer: My snafus do not involve dead bodies, cleaning up blood, guns, or car chases. They do involve social faux pas, immigration processes, banking quirks, and an assortment of other things.  Luckily the team of supportive people to call upon when disaster hits is only one Skype call or email away.  Tonight Ms Wolfe gave me a good advice and direction about life living in a new country via Skype.  It helped a lot.  Damage control assessed and implemented.

The next move is to adjust expectations of The Plan by using one of my favorite tarot card decks for insights.  Be on the lookout for a post about the result of that reading.