Planning, Failing, and Still Loving It

Maybe planning was never about the result — but about how it made us feel along the way.

Throughout my life, I’ve never really been sure of my planning.
But I’ve always loved it.

I’d make elaborate plans — color-coded tables, notebooks full of ideas, schedules that looked perfect on paper. And yet… most of them would fall apart before they even began.
I’d try. I’d fail. I’d try again.
But still, somehow, I kept planning.

With time, most of those big dreams and detailed roadmaps didn’t unfold the way I imagined.
Life had its own directions — sometimes far from what I intended.

There came a phase where I almost started believing that nothing is in our hands.
That everything is destiny, and planning is just a false hope.So I stopped.
I let things take their own course.
No pressure. No expectations.

But today — when I look back — I see it all a little differently.

Planning was never really about controlling the outcome.
It was about creating a process.

The part we often forget to value — the rhythm, the routine, the small decisions we make when we choose a direction.These days, my planning has changed.
It’s no longer about grand goals or impressing anyone — not even myself.

Now, it’s about:

• Setting up a peaceful day.
• Organizing a corner of the house.
• Picking what to cook this week.
• Making space for my writing, my baby, my breath.

Small plans. Flexible plans. Quiet plans.
But plans I truly enjoy making — and living.

Just a casual thought today:

We don’t always need to plan to win.
Sometimes, we plan to connect — to ourselves.

So…
What are you planning these days?
Even if it’s just a good cup of chai and a peaceful evening — it counts.