I love it more than snuggling up on a big ol' couch with a blanket, a movie, some candles & a cat, while the rain rushes to the ground in streaming lines. More than sipping coffee on an autumn morning, watching the leaves dance their way from branch to grass. Even more than laughing real loud at family dinners.
I love to plan. And I mean plan, man —the kind that involves spread sheets and agendas and secret bank accounts and different colored sharpie markers. I
I plan and I plan and I plan, plan for a plan. Plan fails, I fail, and I plan some more.
What happens when all the plans start to squash all the dreams?