Most years I would be in a state of mild panic about now. The two weeks prior to the weekend I get to go to Pennsic (middle weekend) are usually spent in a last-minute frenzy, with a 'to-do' list several pages long.
This year? Not so much. I'm feeling rather unhurried and unfrazzled about the whole thing.
Makes me wonder what I forgot.
I still have to sew elastic into the sleeves of one chemise, but that'll take half an hour this weekend.
I still have to finish cooking for Tyler, but I have that 2/3 done, so that's no biggie.
I have to gather up my own personal stuff, pack it, and get it in the truck - but that's a one-evening job, and can't be done till next Thursday anyway.
It's like ... you mean I have a whole week to do whatever I want? I don't have to run around like mad trying to get ready?
What did I forget?
Well ... it could well be that after 10 years I'm finally figuring out how to do this right. I've learned to cut out the extraneous, take only what I really need and will actually use, do only what absolutely must be done, and not try to cram 96 chores into 8 days or so. It's quite a liberating feeling!
Now the hard part starts, though - tomorrow my boyfriend will be out at the parking lot party, and there for the duration. And I have a week of mundane to slog through yet, before I can head out. That's rough, and always makes for a difficult week.
But at least I can be bummed peacefully, instead of bummed and also running around in a panic trying to finish 96 chores in the next week.
Hmm ... what to do with myself. Maybe I still have time to make one more piece of garb ...
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