"So what are the plans for the future?"
I am sometimes asked in interviews, or at family events.
What do you mean "what are the plans for the future"?
I will get up tomorrow morning and pick up the toys from the floor.
What happens next, you ask?
On Thursday I have yoga.
Baside that?
God is great.
When it comes to planning ahead, the circumstances work against me with all their might: I am an independent musician, married to an independent musician and I was born in Israel.
And I would be happy to book places now for a family vacation during the holidays, but who knows if we will have time or money or holidays?
Don't look at me like that, I am one of the planners.
Three months before the birthday we choose a color and theme for the party (purple, unicorn).
In November we chose a costume for Purim (She-Ra, the princess of power).
The little one, by the way, is no less a control freak than I am, and we decide together on the type of candies for the cake and the contents of the surprise bags.
When I change a wardrobe from summer to winter, the kids have to sweat in thick sweatshirts for about three to six weeks.
I have an appointment with the dentist in two months and in six months.
I have a pantry that can feed three families, but I don't have a plan B.
The first and last time I said out loud "this song of mine is going to be number one on the charts" was at the beginning of the previous decade.
Since then the song has been played twice on "Kol Hayam Adom" and once more on the radio of a high school in Rehovot.
That album became my most failed album.
I have since learned to keep my mouth shut.
After the corona virus, and after three years of not going on vacation, I bought a plane ticket to London and booked a place in a cute hotel not far from Notting Hill.
A week before the flight, my producer called and cautiously said that an offer had arrived for a performance from now on for a very large sum, but it would be on my vacation.
As someone who wants to continue feeding her children, I paid a fine and canceled the hotel.
The flight ticket could not be canceled.
I was quite disgusted, but I knew it was the right and responsible thing to do.
The day before the concert there was an attack and it was cancelled.
A well-known joke tells about a musician who wins the lottery.
When asked what he will do with the money, he answers "we will continue to work until it runs out."
At the end of the month, my accountant told me "Well done! This year started off great!".
I sighed and told him "wait".
A few weeks ago a representative of a company that offers tools for financial planning called me.
I told him he couldn't help me.
After 20 minutes he tearfully admitted that he really couldn't help me.
My dad says the only way to deal with uncertainty is to try to earn as much as possible and spend as little as possible.
That sounds very smart to me, and I will implement it immediately after I buy these shoes.
Somehow, none of the big choices of my life were planned: I didn't plan to study music (I just didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up), I didn't plan to be a singer (because that's a joke), I didn't plan to fight with my record company and then pass laws in the Knesset (I couldn't make music, so I had a lot of free time), I didn't plan to fall in love with a musician (need to explain?).
When I got pregnant, my first reaction was "oh".
Each and every one of these happy "accidents" fills me with happiness and satisfaction every day.
The conclusion is clear, then: take a breath, because you don't decide anyway.
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