It’s bad luck to tell wishes, when you’ve made them. “Don’t tell, then it won’t come true!” If you’re at all a fan of Disney logic, then you also know that a dream is a wish your heart makes. So in 43 days, when you ask me “What’ll you do now?” and I tell you “I don’t know” (because that is what I’ll tell you) I might really be saying, “I can’t tell you. I’m afraid it won’t come true.”
Or it might be saying I really don’t know. Either way, it’s honest, and I’m rather through with trying to come up with placating, horse-manure answers to that eternal question.