No plans, just beginnings

You see, me and plan, we don't get along very well. I love it but plan hates me so much all it does is push me, make me believe I can until I'm right there, I only need to take one more big step. Then, that's when I falter. FAIL. Then, it won't be long until it happens again, for another plan to show up, gets right back to pushing me, to get me to somewhere I set out to be, and then once again, I choke.

So, no plans. Officially breaking up with you. In fact, I plan to not have any plans at all. (Did I just plan?)

I don't plan to do something about my job. Because my job is, well, swell and not causing me any sorts of misery at all. Nada!
I don't plan to go on trips by myself because let's be honest here for a second, okay?, who wants to travel by herself, right? Crazies, for sure. And you're not planning to be crazy, are you? Of course, you don't do plans, idiot.
I don't plan to stop my addiction to being addicted. No. You love being an addict, remember? Your phone gets you to doing all the things you're addicted to, right? Your phone is your greatest friend ever. Don't let anything stop you from fondling it, alright? Doesn't matter if you're a zombie without it. Your life has no meaning, anyway.
And I don't plan to read all those books I collected. Because, again idiot, they're just a collection. They're not supposed to be read. So. Just. Don't.

For God's sake, do what you want. You are not a planner. Planning gets you stuck. You know you're only planning when you know it's not going to happen. It's just a way to make up for what you are such a chicken to do. You are your worst nightmare because it's just yourself who's holding you back. But you know that already, don't you? Again, you're a chicken.

And you fool, will you not listen to what they all tell you? They've told you enough. Instinct is your friend. It's you.

A cliche but just do it. You may make mistakes, but at least it's a choice YOU made. Isn't that why we're made individuals in the first place? So that it will be your success, your failure, your fault, your glory? First, please find it in you to be you. Who else is going to be you, fool? Get out. God knows you have been stuck in there long enough. Enough. Begin already. Live.