40 of 365
I'm picking up speed, and shouting out random orders all rapid fire like. Yes, I'm a no nonsense drill sergeant – without a game plan. Something short circuits in my brain when confronted with the monumental undertaking of having to pack for a week long vacation. There's the clothes of course (how many shorts will each of my kids need to last them one week?), the beach supplies, the sleeping bags and towels (we'll be staying in a cabin), the snacks, books, crayons and paper for the car ride. Then there's my iPod, my Kindle, my camera, and their respective chargers…oh, and an extra pair of contact lenses, in case I lose the ones I'm wearing. I should leave the house somewhat clean…probably. And I should for sure remember to take out the garbage.
It will require a half dozen cups of coffee, and more than a few motivational speeches (a la the likes of Tony Robbins and Stephen Covey ; ) ) from myself to myself to keep me on task : Don't Sweat the Small Stuff! The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing! How am I going to live today in order to create the tomorrow I'm committed to?
Ahhh, but on the other side of my manic pre-trip vacation-ey stuff assemblage, lies seven days of concentrated, restful, restorative family time. We need this. I am thankful for this.
Only forty-four hours to go.