After having an idea for a (way, way) future project, I picked up a red spiral notebook and searched for a pen. I’d write out my 10-year plan in one of those this-takes-priority-over-sleep strokes of enlightenment. I needed to get my thoughts, my plans, down on paper. I needed to map out my future.
And then I thought about what I was doing. I looked at the life around me that I was planning for. And I laughed.
And I laughed.