I’m a planner. I like to think of myself as spontaneous, but really, I like my spontaneity to occur within the confines of a loosely structured plan. I take calculated risks. I had four different calendars throughout university; I now survive on one. As soon as I know there is a possibility of an event, I want all of the details sussed out, even if it’s months away. I have to do-lists, schedules, goal sheets and trackers and projects galore. Despite how crazy I just made myself sound, I can go with the flow. I don’t panic when plans change, nor do I say no to last minute plans. I adore surprises (of the positive, fun variety). I am learning to relax. But, I do like to have some semblance of an idea of what is going on and what is going to happen. I like to feel I have some control. Life, however, loves to be spontaneous. Loves it! I could dig in my heels and try to insist to Life that I had things planned out to go an entirely different way, but Life, well it doesn’t tend to listen very well. Life’s a free spirit; it does its own thing. I’ve realized and am comfortable knowing, that the best I’m ever going to have are guidelines. I have a general idea for what will happen this week, this month, this year. I can outline how I would prefer my life to pan out and work towards those goals, but I know there are no guarantees. While I don’t believe in Fate to the extent we have no control, I think some things in life are uncontrollable. The thing is, Life is an adventure and the best thing you can do, is be an adventurer.