Plan A, Plan B, and the Existential Crisis in Between

Ah, the classic dilemma—having a goal so clear it practically has a Google Maps route, yet still mentally rehearsing Plan B as if it’s the Oscars acceptance speech you’ll never give. We’ve all been there, right? One foot firmly planted on the path to our dream career, the other casually dangling over the safety net of a backup plan.

It’s not that we doubt our abilities (okay, maybe a little). It’s just that “What if I fail?” is a louder voice than “What if I succeed spectacularly?” Failure feels like tripping over your own shoelaces while the universe watches and slow claps.

But here’s the thing: having a backup plan isn’t the problem. The problem is when we start spending more time decorating Plan B’s living room instead of building Plan A’s foundation. We start romanticizing the ‘safe choice’ because it comes without the soul-crushing fear of disappointment.

Fear of failure isn’t weakness—it’s human. But letting that fear drive the car? Now that’s a one-way ticket to Mediocreville. The goal is to let fear sit quietly in the passenger seat, not mess with the AUX cable.

So, if you’re currently tap-dancing between your goal and your backup, here’s your reminder: it’s okay to have Plan B, but don’t let it become a distraction. Chase Plan A with your whole heart because even if you fail, you’ll land somewhere better than if you never tried at all.

Now go, take that leap. Worst case? You’ll have a great story to tell. Best case? You’ll be living your dream. Either way, Plan B will still be there sipping tea and waiting politely.


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