When you’re a kid, having plans gets you high. You use a marker (which also gets you a little high) to put the date on the unicorns & rainbows calendar you got for christmas. Then you also mark all the days between now and then as they sloooowly go by. Embellishing the marked day a little more all the time — circling it, and adding a few multi-coloured stars-of-importance.
As an adult, it’s a lot more likely that no plans is what’ll make me insanely, off-my-nut, happy. Like, hypothetically, if my morning meeting at one end of the city gets canceled, followed by my afternoon meeting at the other end of the city calling in sick. Making it the Greatest Day Ever as I look at a totally blank, zero tokens, day — which I can then fill up with all the things I have to do. Yayes!
(No really, YAYES!)