The word “Plans” have kind of an 80s ring to it. Maybe that’s because I was a young adult in the 80s and having “plans,” especially “weekend plans,” was a must.
What are your plans?
Do you have any plans for the weekend?
Any fun plans coming up?
I’m not a plans kind of person. Not in the way this is meant, anyway. What are my plans? You mean to get an education, raise a family? No? I don’t know about plans for “fun.” I only have life plans and resolutions, which are almost always not fun-related, but require steady work.
Do I have any plans for the weekend? Not yet, and I’m hoping to keep it that way. Plans are “to dos.” Getting up later than a weekday, lazing around with a pot of coffee and a cat, and puttering around have to happen first. I may check for happenings in my area after that, but usually it’s too late to make them, which is just fine with me.
I’m not competitive with anyone about their plans. I don’t want my plans to outshine your plans or win a prize. Plans on my part does not mean I am more popular, or more needed than anyone else. I don’t have a list of mountains to hike or river rapids to conquer.
Are people who run around amassing constant “plans” running FROM something? Keeping busy? Or are they just exuberate about life?
Doesn’t matter, I guess. My plan is to be blissfully plan-less.