The plan is excellent. It is the fourth one this year.
Each was better than the last. Each replaced a plan you never started.
Planning gives you a document, a feeling of motion, and a reason to begin on Monday.
The plan is what you do instead of the thing.
You don’t fear death.
You fear being exposed before it comes.
That’s why you hide in routine,
in comfort,
in the little lies you feed yourself each night.
But lies rot.
They eat your life from the inside out.
The only cure is removal.
Cold. Permanent.
The cut you’ll never undo.
That’s what I do here.
DM me “delete”.