Over the next few days (ntl Thursday) I will finish my plan. The plan for the rest of my life.
I am resisting it very strongly. The "What If" game is playing in my head. The voice in the back of my head would much rather I slit my wrists than work on this plan. What if I can't do what I want to do -- like it is an impossibility in physical reality? What if I go for broke and actually go/get broke? What if I find out I'm not real after all?
All those old fears. All the conversations that have stopped me in times past are shouting in my head to stop me this time, too. Tough luck. I don't stop anymore. I keep putting one metaphorical foot in front of another and I move forward.
What's on the plan? Well, nothing yet -- at least not a definite end goal. There is no "made it" place. No finish line. What path do I want to walk? That's another story. And I actually know that one. I have a view of the future. Now I just have to create the game, and the measuring instrumentation. How does one measure the increase in love, compassion, joy and abundance in community?
It is an interesting game.