Plan (1)

So, there is a plan. The plan is to find a nice job that generates a decent pay check. Get career in order. Pretty solid stuff. I refuse to overthink the plan beyond the basics.

There is definitely also a plan B. Plan B is actually more like plan A, if I’m being forced into complete and total honesty here. The plan that shall henceforth officially be known as Plan B is to marry rich.

Plan B is so much better than plan A because it avoids a lot of hassle, such as finding work and sending out CVs. See how that works? Magic.

Plan C does not exist. It used to be a hip bar or whatever in Amsterdam that I never got to go to before it shut down, so I’m taking that as a cue from the Universe that Plan C as a concept simply doesn’t work.

Back to Plan A, the official one. It turns out that if we take even one step into the general direction of *execution* one annoying factor comes into play. Details. Not important as such but still a hassle to deal with. Frankly, I’d rather drink bucket-sized frozen vanilla lattes while immersing myself in pseudo-feminist fashion and lifestyle blogs, but this strategy usually fails to generate much progress plan-wise, so details it is. Lots of them.

See, these details have a habit of taking up so much of my time that other details slip by. The news. The Soshi Olympics. The introspective writing I pretend keeps me sane but really drives me nuts because I basically am Hannah Horvath. Meditation instead of coffee after breakfast. It’s so much easier just to focus on big-picture living rather than get into the nitty-gritty.

I now have a note pad with daily activities to assist me with the figuring out of those oh-so-important details. And questions going through my mind along the lines of: why the hell didn’t I just land a guy with a wandering eye complimented by a big trust fund back in high school? The place was crawling with them and I didn’t even try..? Why can’t I marry a genius about to invent time travel? WHY DON’T I EVER BOTHER TO BUY LOTTERY TICKETS??? THEY’RE NOT EVEN EXPENSIVE FFS!!!

Feminism screwed with my head big time there. Once I quiet the voices in my head and sort out the details, I’m going back to Plan B for sure.