Not knowing what comes next, waiting on the Lord, seems the destination and best place to be in faith. 
I have come to take my intentions as clay, something that needs the Holy Spirit to shape. To live an inspired lfe, rather than a motivated one, is to walk by a lamb unto my feet: just enough light to illuminate the moment I am in. 
I am sure I am missing most or part of the point of "intentional living" but it just appears far too controlling. What self-control I do employ is for submission, not power.