If I had to name one personal trait, just one, that bothers me, it would be my overkill planning. I would make a great boyscout because I am always prepared. For anything.
I've got enough food to feed - at a moments notice - me for at least a week, a large family for 2 days, or a soon to be hibernating bear for an hour.
I've always got first aid supplies around. Well, except for the portable defibrillator. I'm still trying to get my hands on one of those.
I've always got gum. If MacGyver needed gum instead of duct tape, I'd be his girl.
Food. Did I already mention food? Yeah, I don't like being stuck without it. Take my food away and I'll claw at you so bad you'll need some gum to fix your shirt.
Point is, I plan so far in advance for any possible situation that I'm no longer capable of being spontaneous. In fact, I plan to be spontaneous. I'm a walking oxymoron. Or just a walking moron. (But at least I have my walking shoes.)
Which brings me to this weekend and the glorious 3 day holiday it is. I didn't plan to go anywhere or do anything special ~ just me and whatever movie I decided to rent.
But then...my sister mentioned her plans to go to Nashville to visit a friend. I kinda, sorta, maybe asked if I could tag along. I have no reason to go visit except to just do it. Julia-Gulia and her old roommate were kind enough to 'invite' me. Bloggers, this is an accomplishment. The fact that I haven't had this trip planned since the 2002 Winter Olympics is huge. In fact, it's Gold Medal worthy. Admitting that I don't have a single item packed yet and we will leave in less than 12 hours is amazing. Of course, the planner in me has already started a mental list of items to pack or places to visit but nothing - nothing - is written down or set in stone.
Today's trip could very well be the first step to me being more flexible. Whoa. Maybe I should stretch so I don't pull a muscle.