My future could land me in four very different places.  I could end up in San Francisco, Santa Clara, Sacramento/Stockton, or Orange County.   It is the uncertainty that is driving me insane.  Bits and pieces of a broken memory keep me wondering, pondering even, over how I may see myself in five years.

Certainty entails reassurance, but it does not suggest that planning has been negged on.  I did not not plan.  I did not however, plan for things to go differently than planned.  I did infact plan, and plan thoroughly, although my plans did not go according to plan. I planned to make future plans.  My future plans depend on current plans, and plans altogether go both directions.  People spend too much time planning.

- b