Day 32: Packing My Bags

We’ve discussed this before.

I’m terrified of the future.

Let me show you how this plays out in my daily life.

I hate operating on other people’s schedules. I want to be “in control” of my time, at all times.

If you’ve ever invited me to do something on the weekend, and it’s not yet Friday afternoon, I can guarantee my response has either been “maybe” or “ahh I don’t know, we’ll see.”

I don’t want to commit to a plan ahead of time. Who knows what will happen between then and now? Also, what if I can’t (or don’t want to) make it for some reason? The last thing I want is for me to let you down and not show up.

Last night, I called my sister. We’re going to Coachella tonight, and we wanted to touch base before we both hop on planes. The conversation quickly moved to our plans for the weekend, and my heart promptly stopped beating in my chest.

“I’m down to do whatever, no need to plan it out.”

I got off the phone shortly after, and began to pack my bag. The thought of what I will wear each day, what the weather will be like, etc. stressed me out. I wound up throwing a bunch of shit in my bag, and can almost guarantee that I left out a few necessities.

I will 100% be mad at myself in under 48 hours.

Planning is something I’m not naturally good at, but it’s an important skill to possess at times. I’m kind of hoping that I did such a bad job packing that I’ll be more comfortable with the idea of planning than the idea of being unprepared when I’m getting ready for my next trip. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I really hope it doesn’t rain this weekend.

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