I am utterly without a plan, and I don’t anticipate having a plan ever again.
Like a platonic Buddhist monk, or an aging hippie woman sitting on a hot rock near Santa Fe, I live in the present moment. My child bride is full of plans, but I have none, so we are in equilibrium, she and I, yin and yang.
When I abandoned my natal nation many years back, moving over the southern border, I had plans, and they were three.
1. Learn Spanish.
2. Find a bride.
3. With her help, buy property and build a home.
All were realized within three years, although No. 1 is an ongoing process.
These were simple plans, but they were big and important too. Since wrapping them up, I have no further plan in the portfolio because there is no portfolio.
Interestingly, I had no plan, on moving south, to become a Mexican citizen, but I have done that, and it was a smart move. Sometimes plans surprise you, leaping out of nowhere, depending on circumstances.
Arising from the king bed these mornings, I have chores, but no plans. Plans are larger than chores. Chores can be accomplished in one day, not plans.
Having no plan is liberating. I recommend it.