Conflicted...
It was a hard thing about doing the business plan for my restaurant. I was hard to present stuff that I knew for a fact wasn't going to be the way it really was but I had to put it anyways. Then of course it changed. When I would be asked why, I couldn't exactly tell the truth. I had to make something up to excuse it. But how hard would it be to make a business plan based on the premise that absolutely nothing will work as planned and sheer intuition will be the driving factor in the success of the venture.
I have preconceived expectations that I think people shouldn't have when in fact they really don't have them in the first place. Sometimes I forget that no one really cares what someone else does with their life unless it directly effects them.
Going through flight school was no different. I really truly tried to convince myself that I had a plan after school but the reality is I don't. Sort of. I don't have a fall-back plan. I don't have a source of money to beg for. I used to before and the collateral was guilt. Now I can't even offer my soul for anything so I have no choice but to try and make shit work in my life. Trying to make a plan to deal with this kind of predicament seems like the logical foundation for getting through, but for me it simply complicates things.