The past few days I’ve been pondering what it means to “live deliberately.” Many people, and I dare say most, think that life is something that simply happens to them, and so they wander through it rather aimlessly, without direction or intention.

The term was coined (I think) by Henry David Thoreau in his book “Walden.”

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.

I think that deliberately living one’s life entails having a plan; a routine for daily tasks, and specific, measurable goals for the future.

A well balanced life is essential for this. Getting enough sleep. Eating healthy. Having down time. Working with purpose. Realizing it’s not all about you.

The question I’m struggling with is how this plays out with my Catholic Faith. If God is omnipotently in control, then how can I plan out my life for what I want if it isn’t His will?

If you fail to plan you plan to fail. Cliched yes, but very true.

I think there’s a balance of realizing that I’m not in control, that God is and His plan is much larger than me. However, also living life to the best of my abilities with deliberate intention and doing my best to work towards becoming the best me I can be.