I feel like we always need an answer for ourselves -- more specifically a "plan." It's true that I value spontaneity a little more than most people, so maybe you should take this post with a grain of salt.

When you're a kid your parents ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

When you go to college teachers and friends ask, "what's your major?"

Later, employers ask, "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

I never answered these questions truthfully because I had no clue. Sure, I knew what to say to make people happy, but I really just said it so they'd get off my case. I've always been good at saying the "right thing" and I'm afraid that's gotten me into more trouble in the long run.

When I was a kid I told my parents I wanted to be a doctor. Great answer.

When I was going college I said my major would be psychology. Safe answer.

When I interviewed at my first salaried job I said I'd like to be at the same company -- that's just a no-brainer.

The truth is I just want to be alive and happy.

I used a picture of my niece simply because it's easier to illustrate the positive side of not planning. She's almost two years old now and doesn't plan a thing. It's beautiful.

In my limited experience, I've noticed the more I try to plan my life; the more life kicks my ass.

I'm not telling you to throw away your calendar or new year's resolutions. I'm just saying that some of my happiest moments I can remember were not planned.

Believe me, I have goals and things I want to do. But a checklist shouldn't ruin your life -- or validate it, for that matter.