I’ve said it umpteen times: I’m an overthinker. Which is a really cute personality trait until you realize it also means I’ve convinced myself I know exactly what’s coming because I’ve planned every possible outcome in excruciating detail.
Life, of course, finds that adorable.
I wrote Plan Bea because I wanted to make sense of what happens when life completely ignores your plans. When you’re still a mother, an employee, a friend, maybe someone whose heart is breaking, and somehow you’re still expected to show up like everything’s fine.
Sometimes you take the punch. Sometimes you bob and weave. Sometimes you ugly cry in the shower and call it self-care.
And because I’m a romance girlie, of course it had to be a love story. Otherwise it’s just… life.
I didn’t write Plan Bea because I had the answers. I wrote it because I had the questions.