no plans
I can’t recall an instance where I actually planned and saw that plan gradually come to life. Except for short weekend trips and craved-for shoes or tops, planning to me is alien.

What has been in my life and what is, were all part of what I considered impulse decisions. They did not form part of an exquisite road map that consists of clear-cut directions or signs. They were merely the most convenient and logical decisions to make at the time. Sort of a to-do list, have you done yours today?