A time where everything I hoped would happen, actually did?
Can’t remember. There must be few, or more, but overall when does things go as per anyone wants? There is almost never a script in life. And thinking of these just might make one want to cry, so I’ll stop here.
What are you more comfortable with — routine and planning, or laissez-faire spontaneity?
While planning is always the logical step to go about in anything, logic doesn’t always work and at times the pleasure with spontaneity is like nothing else. While I too am at ease with things going in order, in reality I actually like things just happening. But reality is there is never something ‘fully according to plan’ and ‘totally spontaneous’, it always has bit of both (in varying proportions that is).