But You Can't Always Plan These Things, Can You?

Sometimes I'm just absolutely sure that "Plan B" is just a shortened form of "Plan Brooke."

I've been Plan B a few times too many. I sort of understand. It's kind of logical to have a Plan B. I have a Plan C. (It was C's idea.) But it's no fun to be Plan B, especially when Plan A is hanging by a thread one day and working out just great the next.

Almost exactly a year ago I was on a charter bus from Newark to New York City when I learned that I wasn't even anywhere near Plan B status to someone I cared a lot about. To him, I was dirt. Maybe it had been different before, but he had changed. When we got to the city, right at what was probably the most vulnerable moment of my life, someone else pulled me from the depths of heartbreak and an inability to ice skate. It doesn't really matter whether I was Plan B or Plan NYC,  it still sucked. A lot.

But what can you do? You never really get used to being Plan B, but initial recovery time shortens with every incident. And eventually "Plan Brooke" and "Plan B" won't be the same thing. It's all just a matter of time.

(I also had a really good picture to go with this, but it's on my parent's computer. Note to self--have a flash drive handy next time you sit down in front of Mom and Dad's computer.)