I love to prepare. I am a champion prepare-er. I make lists, create piles, pack bags, and plan projects.
This part of my personality especially pops out in all directions in the weeks and days before a school break. When I get the chance to travel back to my hometown for more than a few days, I go into planning overdrive. I want to make sure I have projects to work on, books to read, schoolwork to address, and lots of little things I would like to accomplish.
The same was true this year when spring break came around. I packed my current cross-stitch project. I put fourteen new library books in a bag in the back of my car. I planned two big school projects that involved pulling together pages and pages of text before leaving school. I packed a bag of cassette tapes that I want to transfer to mp3s. I packed a scrapbooking project. I packed a bag of piano books for practicing new pieces. And I brought a 1000 piece puzzle to work on when I had time on my hands. I filled three bags, a crate, and half of my car with all these things just so I would have a productive and enjoyable break.
At some point I realized that more than half of the week had gone by and I had not taken even one of those things out of the bag (or worse, the car). And most likely I would not before I have to travel back at the end of that break. What’s even worse, I’ve usually only managed to read just half of one of my juicy new library books. I always have a fabulous time and enjoy my time very much–I just find I don’t have the time or inclination to pull out one of my carefully planned and greatly anticipated projects.
This happens every time.
But every time I pack, I do the same thing again.
Apparently, it’s mostly the planning that makes me happy.