I just noticed this evening that you can be perfectly content for a maximum of three days without any worries... that is if you chuck all the worries at the back of your head, eat cornflakes sans milk at 10 pm (don't ask why), have a reunion with some really really old pals, sleep very very late at night after half scaring yourself to death with some scary stuff, and listening to your favourite songs (all in no particular order)
And then reality sets in at an unexpected moment. You don't have a plan... where do you see yourself in a year? or two? No plan at all!
Oh crap! I'm panicking!!!! Why now?