Monday, March 8, 2010

There Must Be a Better Way

All my life I have begun vacations exhausted from getting ready. I thought that retirement might mitigate the situation; however, here I am in the midst of another dash to the finish line which is 6:30AM on Wednesday when our ride to the airport pulls up to our door.

I make lists. I try to fool myself into thinking that I am leaving a day earlier than I am. I give myself pep talks. Nothing seems to make a difference.

Fortunately, this time we are going to visit good friends before our cruise. This will give me much-needed down time to recover from the mad dash.

I suppose I could blame my mother who actually did approach vacations the same way but that seems the easy way out. Shouldn’t I have learned from watching her?

I recognize that part of my problem stems from not being realistic about the amount of time a task requires. And since there are a million to do, no wonder I am always behind.

But tomorrow is another day!

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