Repacking
I worry a lot. I’m sure you know that by now. During my life I’ve found many opportunities to worry, but the best time to worry is right before you go on a trip. There are so many things to worry about. My personal favorite is worrying about whether I’ve over-packed or under-packed. (I don’t know if those hyphens should be there and I’m too lazy to find out.)
I’ll spend much of the day before a trip planning what I’m going to pack. This initial preparation is all done in my head. Then about an hour before I go to bed I start packing and unpacking and repacking. I’m constantly adding and removing items and no matter what I pack it still just doesn’t seem right.
Three hours later, I’m ready to go to bed, but I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about what I packed. Did I pack enough? Should I unpack one of the five pairs of shoes in my suitcase? Should I pack more long sleeve shirts? Should I pack more short sleeves? What about a jacket? It goes on and on like this until sunrise. Once the sun comes up I have just enough time to shower, eat and repack my suitcase at least two times before leaving.
With all that packing you’d think that I’d be completely prepared for my trip, but somehow I never am. I always manage to pack too much and too little all at the same time. I’ll have seven shirts but only one pair of pants and no socks, or I’ll have a million hair accessories but no toothbrush.
Life would be so much better if I never had to pack anything. I could just snap my fingers and whatever I needed would magically appear in my hand no matter where I was. That would be the life.
I just snapped my fingers hoping a glass of water would magically appear in my hand, or at least my husband would come running in asking me what I needed. No such luck. Since that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll have to start packing.
