Obsessing Over Details

A terrific thing that I learned recently is that things will happen whether I obsess over them or not , even though that’s what I do best, obsess.

There is, I think, a careful balance between planning and organizing and knowing when to let off and be done.  Too often, I am able to fill the time allotted with the chores at hand and if I am done ahead of schedule the temptation is to just keep doing stuff. Perhaps nothing important or even necessary but just because the time is there I manage to busily fill it.

So it was really throwing three sheet to the wind for me to simply hop in the car and go  on an explore the entire day before Christmas. Ten of us jumped into two cars and went to a barren beautiful place and climbed a large hill (and some of us including Andrew did some major jumping), we walked and drove along the river,    and  simply enjoyed the day.

And when we got back in the late afternoon, we still managed to bake a batch of gingerbread cookies, wrap the last few gifts, fill stockings (17 of them!), go caroling in our neighborhood with little bags of cookies made up by Caitlin and Aileen, attend church that evening and visit by the fire with cookies and hot chocolate and just one gift for the little kids to open.

But! We were out of eggs and gingerbread waffles need eggs, and sixteen people eating gingerbread waffles need a lot of eggs.  Things were surely falling apart because I was not holding it together, I had foolishly thought I could gallivant around and have enough eggs for Christmas breakfast.

We found the store open Christmas Eve and bought eggs and I am so glad I went out that day.  I am so glad I didn’t know I was out of eggs.

The memories will last a lifetime.