No amount of planning

No amount of planning is sufficient to prevent a quarter from ending in a nerve-wrecking frenzy. I know life isn't a bed of roses and all that. Trouble still is whether I should resist planning and growing up (van with Hello Kitty passed by on Angell Court). Is it better to take alternating periods of thorough contentment and nerve-wrecking frenzy? How could that be in anyway attractive?