Today for no particular reason I've been thinking about plans. Plans are not me. Not anymore. I found myself resisting any attempts to pin my time down with an arrangement. Not that I don’t do such at all. But only those that are absolutely necessary. Say, friends coming from a far away distance – yes, let’s circle the date. Friends who live locally – let’s pencil and see if we’ll be up to it on a day. Someone asked me when your next holidays and where. And all I could tell – not in the next couple of weeks at least, that’s all I know. It does look a bit irresponsible when someone tries to arrange their time around mine and I’m not being helpful in defying my free-busy and for a brief moment I might even feel ashamed for such uncertainty. But the flexibility mesmerises me. I feel powerful being the only owner of my own time. And power corrupts, as we all know. The Maybe becomes my favourite choice of response to the invitations. We’ll see becomes my kind of answer. And I know that makes me look not so reliable in the eyes of the others, but the appeal of not being binded to anything that is outside my control is too great to ignore. I so enjoy having my time “loose”, it is almost like a drug. An addiction. I keep telling myself “ok, one more time and then I’ll start living in a structured way”, like I used to before…and then there is always next onemore and then – the other one…and hey, Misstick, feel like being your own critic today?…*laughs*