Had a good talk with a really nice person today. In course of our conversation, I told him about my decision to leave work and 'free-fall' as I discovered my Right Livelihood. 'Yes', he said, 'but such decisions need a plan'. 'Yes, that's right', I said, too embarrassed to admit that I had no such thing in place. I mulled over it for a moment. 'You know,' I said, 'in fact I don't have a plan, and that's what this is about.' I think I've been waylaid by too consciously constructing my life; it's got in the way of the true plan, lying waiting in my subconscious, or in my heart. Let's see.