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The inner voice in my head was buzzing all night, I conflicted with myself, and the rage of sleeplessness blistered all over me. I wanted to pursue writing as my career but the thoughts that I would fail at it were chewing on my brain. My family wanted me to get an MBA and I wasn't very keen on agreeing. So I settled at my study table and jotted my plan of how I could become a writer. What if I fail? this question drilled fear right into my heart.

 

 My mother, suggested I do both. To be a writer was PLAN- A and the MBA was PLAN- B. I sat arguing with my inner voice again that PLAN- B was just a safety net in case I failed as a writer. But my inner voice was strong and arrogant, claiming that PLAN B isn't needed. Soaking in confusion I jumped into the sofa with my cat. My cat being cat cared less about me and was passionate about licking her fur. Like a fool I consulted my cat what would you do? PLAN-A or PLAN-B or both. She left the sofa all to me and basked in on the window ledge. I was losing my mind but after a forever long discussion with myself, I choose to pursue both. 

 

Here's the thing about PLAN-B, a safety net is advisable but never grow too dependent on it. Many people fail at their PLAN-A because at the back of their minds they know that PLAN-B has got them covered. This may program their minds to never pour in 100% at PLAN-A eventual causing it to fail. Now, this doesn't mean you drive into PLAN-A without an alternative plan. Remember the seat belts of your car are the PLAN-A and if you crash, the airbags which are like PLAN-B can save you.

 

PLAN-B must never be part of the vision but must come into play at the loss of the vision, meaning while working on PLAN-A, elements of PLAN-B must never prevail. Like walking a rope tied between two buildings, if you keep looking down to check if the safety net is there you will never be able to balance on the rope. Develop the right approach to your plan where the goal is always in sight, don't let the comfort of the safety net blur your version and stop from trying your best.

 

The right mindset helps you set PLAN-A and B independently and not interdependently. For many PLAN-A is the dream of their lives and so it does deserve the ultimate efforts one can put towards it. 

 


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