This weekend, in addition to enjoying the glorious weather, getting to the farmer’s market, and finally getting my hands on some rhubarb, I did something strange: I planned ahead.
Planning: it’s not something I do a lot of in my everyday life. Oh, I do it all the time in my work life: plans, and contingency plans, worst-case sceanario and best-case scenario. Every conceivable outcome of a study or analysis has to be considered and planned for in order to move efficiently from point A to point B: such is the puzzle of drug development. But, maybe because of all that planning in my work life, in my personal pursuits I tend to be a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. I don’t make lists, I don’t plan menus: I go to the markets and see what is there. I like spur-of-the-moment projects, and I’ve been guilty, more than once, of…
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