Yeah, when you finally step out, the sky just feels less like a wall and more like a window. Plans are kinda like clouds, too – look pretty from afar, but if you stare too long you just see them drift. I usually just roll with what shows up, because chasing a storm of “what ifs” takes a lot of effort I’m not wired for. So, plans? They’re nice to imagine, but I prefer the real, spontaneous breeze.