Before…Getting Ready
Just as I do not know where to actually start this narrative
I also did not know where to start the putting together, prioritizing, and
making choices about what to bring and how much. It always seems to be like
this no matter if it is a short weekend, two weeks in Maine, or six weeks in
Bangladesh. My lists get long and most of the time I am completely confused
about the best way to take my regular life with me to the new one I will be
passing while I am away. I am always afraid that some precious necessity will
be left behind which will ruin my time due to it being the ultimate thing that
will make or break my comfort and sense of well-being. I am being overly
dramatic of course, however it is not over dramatic to say that my sense of
well-being is seriously compromised by my lack of confidence in my planning
abilities.
Somehow the job is finished in whatever state of perfection
I end up bring about. I finally find
myself in the car trying to breathe deeply and promising myself a great trip.
Sometime during that first day or two I manage to convince myself that there
had been nothing to dread and to remind myself that no matter the worries that
have subsided I always do end up spending my time filled with blessings during
the trip. I finally come to the conclusion that all the spazzing accomplished
very little. I wonder why I do not seem to get the lesson and must work so hard
at each vacation preparation relearning the same old lesson.
Corinne Mustafa
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