Repeating the same day over and over without a schedule is like building a prison for ourselves.
The only time we are free is when we are following thoughtful directions we've written down for ourselves to follow. Directions for work, love, play; meticulously detailed.
Waking up, day after day, without a written plan is the illusion of freedom; a road paved with spontaneity leads to a shrinking cell.
Yet, even knowing this, every single day I want to shred that schedule to pieces and find me a Parisian Café: for bread, coffee and a nice book. At night!
