planning – Calm with Me

When Plans Fall Apart, Life Still Flows

Last month, I was all set to change my life. I wanted to add creativity, meaning, excitement, and adventure to it. I spent days planning how I would allocate my time—learning, playing with my baby, finishing chores, resting, taking care of my body, connecting with friends, and more.

That planning phase itself was exciting, I must admit. But soon, joining all the pieces together became difficult. Each time I failed to stick to the plan, it felt like I was collecting milestones of failure, adding up to a negative score against myself.

Then I realized—what I was doing wasn’t living. I was torturing myself in the name of a perfect plan.

Life is mostly unplanned. Yes, having a routine and some discipline can streamline our days and give them meaning, but after a while, even those can turn into a trap. We begin layering them with too many goals, too many expectations, and eventually lose sight of the joy in simply being.

The truth is, our life is already good, no matter how ordinary or simple it looks. If we can happily manage our meals, our health, and our shelter—we already have most of what we need. Living becomes joyful when we learn to embrace solitude and simplicity.

Life is not about tiring ourselves in the chase of endless goals. It is about enjoying it—in whichever way it comes. A good sleep, a relaxed body, a walk, or a heartfelt conversation—these are rewards in themselves.

The busyness we run after is just an illusion.

Trying Again Is the Key — Not Just Consistency

How easy life would be if we actually followed every plan we made — from eating right, exercising, sleeping well, saving money, staying creative, to limiting screen time. But let’s be honest: most of these plans derail, and when they do, we often feel like failures.

To escape that guilt, we make new plans. And this cycle — plan, fail, replan — becomes our life.

Over time, I’ve realized this is not just my story — it’s most people’s. And there’s no perfect solution. It’s like learning to walk: we try, we fall, we get up again. One day, without even noticing, we run, we jump, we chase our dreams. All of it begins with just trying to walk.

I’ve struggled to keep my learning goals alive. Something always comes up — housework, responsibilities, distractions. Plans fail. Motivation fades. Subscriptions go unused. Downloads pile up. Stories go unwritten. Recipes remain untried. My to-do list is full of “pending” items.

But now I look at that list differently — not as proof of failure, but as a reminder to try again. Life moves in cycles — ups and downs, stops and starts — and that’s okay. The key is to keep moving, to keep trying, no matter how slow or broken the process feels.

Trying consistently is what keeps us on the road — not being perfect every day.

If you feel the same, tell me: what’s one thing you’re still holding on to but haven’t completed yet?

Not Every Day is a Vacation

Some days are messy, disciplined, and ordinary — and maybe that’s what keeps us moving.

Not every day is a vacation.
Most days are just… life.
Working. Living. Surviving. Breathing.

But try not working — try doing nothing — and slowly, everything begins to feel bitter.
What first feels like rest soon turns into restlessness. The days stretch long, and even the simplest tasks — bathing, eating, tidying up — feel like mountains.

I’ve lived both extremes.
Years of strict parenting and routines, followed by days where I had full freedom to do whatever I wanted. And honestly, I’ve lived my life in all the wrong and right ways during those phases.

On lazy days, the plans stay trapped in my head, and my body just sloths through the hours.
No structure, no energy, no spark.
And yet — oddly enough — I’m grateful for the job I once didn’t love.
Because it gave my day a skeleton.
It made me get up, have breakfast, leave my bed, see people. It grounded me in small ways I didn’t notice then.

And now, life has come full circle —

My little tornado, my baby, doesn’t let me stay in bed even if I want to.

He doesn’t know about discipline or productivity — but he is the reason I’ve rediscovered both.
His energy, his routine, his needs — they’re gently teaching me to respect time again.

He’s reminding me that while chaos is real, so is structure, and we need both.

Life isn’t always glamorous.

But there’s a strange beauty in showing up — in doing the basics, even when it’s hard.
In eating well. In taking a bath.
In moving from “just surviving” to “gently living.”

And maybe that’s all we need to do today.

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.