Sometimes, I make plans. Those plans feel do-able, and easy to manage when I make them because . . . I don’t know—maybe the tide is low, and the stars have aligned or one planet is bumping and grinding with another so magic happens in my life and brain. Whatever the reason, my plans have plans and I am excited for them. But then—the tides get low, stars fall out of alignment, planets stop banging against one another. In short, life happens, or I happen, and suddenly I’m looking at my plans like . . . well, that was a…