I have a plan.
Somewhere in 2008 I slowly started to realise nothing was going according to plan. Maybe at that point I should have had the foresight to see that maybe, just maybe, that meant that I was following the wrong plan. That or maybe I just hadn’t accepted that the right plan was going to get followed regardless. Maybe I should have realised that nothing was just going according to MY idea of the plan.
You see, I did have a plan.
