I'm in a strange position at the moment where I'm about to run out of plan. My whole life I've had one, and suddenly it's going to come to an end.
Now this is not all bad. The plan is ending because the plan will be finished, in fact not only finished, but achieved (one hopes, best not to tempt fate too early, eh!).
And so begins a summer of wild speculation as to where I might find myself post-plan. Exciting, terrifying and more than a little distracting!
I wonder if it'll involve a few of these?