Story of my life ... packed car. Another day, another trip. We had to go to the house so we brought back another carload. That said, each trip we check off a few things. This one was productive and the lavender + fig tree got a ride over. It's a finite list that feels infinite, but the law of finite says someday we will actually be finished (!!)
This morning I'm running a couple of miles, hiking a few more, walking to the local coffee shop. The run is solo. The hike is with a friend. The coffee adds her friend too. This was easy plans then my friend changed things over and over -- way too complicated. I texted her and wished her well, but said I was sticking to THIS version of the plans. Guess it's happening. All the changes so this friend can meet us for coffee at a designated time. She was never part of the original plans, but everything is changing so she can join us for a quick coffee?!?
This is why group dynamics give me problems. I KNOW I need to be a little more flexible, and I am in the beginning. Once plans are firmed up though, I plan around those plans. Change after change messes me up. Different timing, different mountain, different mileage -- geez. Mileage changed, trail changed so it's no longer a workout. So I added the run because no time to hike extra (it'll be dark). I accommodated the changes and then said enough. Probably should have stuck to our original plans and let her change up the time with the friend or the friend could join us a different day. BTW, this friend has backed out of every other time she planned to join us.
I complain a lot about this kind of thing and I'm trying to work out where the line is for me. It's a balance I don't have figured out yet. Am I making a mountain out of a mole hill? But there are often too many mole hills. These add up to a week where "my stuff" gets pushed out. But isn't it important to be with people and isn't this just part of what people do? See ... questions without answers.
Okay, enough of that this morning. The rest of the day is gardening and decorating. It feels good to be home this week and not prepping for a trip this weekend.
This is also a sad morning as my son and DIL are saying goodbye to one of their sweet dogs. It's heartbreaking. Godspeed sweet June.
Later gators.
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